As Celestia sang “On the good ship Lollipop” her good ship sank into the murky depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman mentally dialed 911.
Klaxons blared as quests were ordered to shelter in place. A canine, call him Dog, is captured on security footage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman called the animal shelter to inquire as to whether a dog had escaped. For now, he would keep an eye out for “Not-Our-Dog.”
Daxton was on “speed dating” and didn’t want a lot of chit chat. First names was a good start for any romance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman offered couples counselling if needeed.
Marmaduke loved to share and break bread with his neighbors. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a magical place so it hard to understand the Face of Everyman and his ban on food in the pristine pool.
Willow came by to ask the Face of Everyman to count her spots. He’d never been asked before and was reluctant to start a new trend. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was full of newborns with cockamamie ideas.
Signs heralded a Mosquito crop soon. The kindly ol pensioner administered the last of his Bacillus Thuringsensis. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be quiet tonight. the Face of Everyman went back to sleep.
Preston looked high and low for any sign of his breed. Was he early or late in his migration? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa looked the same as last year. Where were all the others? the Face of Everyman was busy catching rays and was oblivious to his plight
This bird was expanding its territory and becoming more accustomed to eating amongst songbirds and Crows. the Face of Everyman didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. Time would tell. There was room for everyone at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The twins came by to have their baby pictures taken. They were the first fawns of the year and were front page stuff as far as the Face of Everyman was concerned. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was enjoying a rising population.