Bell and Bow

It was a good night for cats to roam. Hercules passed through the vast estate of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; stopping only briefly to pay his respects to the Face of Everyman. The bell and bow seemed a nice touch.


It seemed only fair to tell Sparky that poachers were lurking on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their aim was to acquire squirrel tail fur for fly tying to sell to trout fisherman. the Face of Everyman said, “If you value your tail; you best be scarce for the next week or so.”


Robby tried to keep his voice as even as possible. “Why no. This isn’t a Clown costume. Why do you ask?” He responded. New guests appeared every day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and their inter actions never failed to amaze the Face of Everyman.

New Folks

the Face of Everyman greeted the new arrival and tried to make him feel welcome to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As temperatures warmed along the Pacific Flyway more guests would be arriving. The venerable sage ordered housekeeping to open and prepare the East wing.

Service Dog

Apparently this Service Dog didn’t need to provide round the clock services nor wear a leash. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a strict policy concerning dogs: none were allowed. the Face of Everyman tried to engage in polite conversation until Animal Control could arrive. The Nightly News would show a grainy photo of the perp.

Dove Cote

Natasha sought out the Face of Everyman. Her complaint was the same as always; housekeeping at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had not changed the straw in the dove cote. The venerable sage knew that this one omission was enough to lose a star on the Michelin rating. He would forego his nap to set this matter straight.