It was three in the morning, and Tinker hadn’t found a scrap of food. Smelling deer droppings got her no closer to filling her stomach. Once again, the Face of Everyman slept thru the intrusion into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
ZZZ
Danger
“Oh, oh” breathed the Face of Everyman. The parasites were back to the normally quiet Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was there no justice anymore?
Sunk
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.
Fido
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.”
Meet Up
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.
ZZZ
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.
Ideas
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.
Visitor
Chloe visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa often but found the Face of Everyman kinda’ boring.
Abatement
Alone?
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
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