All of a sudden, a whole squadron of Wild Canaries appeared. They had missed the lunch hour and were too early for high tea. the Face of Everyman made special arrangements with the dining hall to feed them so that they could be on their way South. He knew that they would return next year for the best in west coast nesting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
It’s an hour before Sunrise and all Barney wants is a double shot Americano. Is that too much to ask? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa makes little provision for the early riser. the Face of Everyman, of course, has his own Espresso machine. He relishes that first cup.
Did these unusual markings show signs of inter-breeding? the Face of Everman made hasty notes as a reminder to research the matter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was always at the crossroads of some serious descovery.
In a rare display of disrespect Cheeky leapt upon the image of the sacred Goddess. Does this foretell a poor 4th quarter at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman could only wonder and wait.
It was clear that the wing needed to be x-rayed, but the light was poor, too defused. Try as he might the Face of Everyman could not make a positive diagnosis. Try the clinic was his best suggestion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was behind the times in many areas.
New challenges occurred daily in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Gangsters were back to bring chaos to the life of the Face of Everyman.
Security footage revealed how well the scar had healed. The Matriarch’s left front paw injury looked good as new. the Face of Everyman seemed to take credit for her complete recovery. Never mind that she bathed in the healing waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Pogo was taken aback. There before him was a Taco salad. He couldn’t believe his eyes. the Face of Everyman was green with envy. Perhaps it was sent from heaven to celebrate the Blood Moon eclipse not visible from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Although “The Dog Days of Summer” had passed, a certain lethargy remained. the Face of Everyman wanted to erect a sign that notified all “that on this day absolutely nothing happened in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.”
the Face of Everyman saved this image from the security cameras to illustrate his forthcoming treatise on twisted ungulates, high-lighting ruminants. His papers, invariably on denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, received wide attention at foreign conferences.
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