Affection

The face only a mother could love. Pogo, once again asked the Face of Everyman about food. The Foggy Bottoms

Resort and Spa had forgotten one of its oldest citizens and a veteran at that.

Hunger

Bingo was hungry and the fetid smell of bird droppings suggested that food was at hand. The klaxon of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa announced the intruder. the Face of Everyman remained as still as possible as he dialed 911 with his mind.

Mung sprouts

Lester started a new diet. Bean Sprouts seemed the answer. Door Dash found the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to deliver the order. the Face of Everyman himself had considered a new diet; blood red beef ranked as a good choice.

Etiquette

Once again, in a rare moment, there was proof of more than one squirrel inhabiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it only proper to request an introduction.