Mom was sick and tired of waiting. Baby Huey was going to take to the waters this very day. She had enrolled her brood in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Swimming club and Summer camp. She was painfully aware that the Face of Everyman would not refund her deposit. So despite Baby Huey’s protests and with a nudge from Mom, he was first in the water. Everyman assured Mom that her child had Olympic potential.
Startled, the Face of Everyman awoke seeing only a fearsome bird above his head. He had seen none other like this creature at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was some moments before he realized that it was the shears of a lopper; a tool used by staff to keep this vast paradise always appealing to the guests.
Barney was always the first to spread a conspiracy theory. Today he shared his latest with the Face of Everyman: A black ops unit had changed the feed and seed that the kindly ol’ pensioner was using to entice song birds into camera range. His proof was that the bait now contained tree nuts, peanuts and dried fruit. Surely the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa must have gone to the dark side and had access to unlimited funds. The venerable sage would neither confirm nor deny the truth of the matter.
Gwendoline had been shopping the boutiques and consignment stores for a smaller set of wings. She is seen modeling her best choice for the Face of Everyman. These will be her costume for a retrospective blackout sequence honoring that great Broadway headliner Gypsy Rose Lee. The theater at the Foggy Bottoms Resort is SRO. She is booked right after retrospectives of the Marx Brothers and W.C. Fields.
No party was sure what was the proper thing to do. The dating service had extended Henry’s invitation for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to both young ladies. What was supposed to be a cozy meet & greet was now a threesome. the Face of Everyman had a vast library of protocols but none fit this specific situation. Henry fled and got a partial refund from the dating service.
The Trixster once again has broken thru the defenses of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above he stares transfixed at the Cabana Huts expecting a feast of songbird to emerge. Luckily it is too early for any guests to be swimming laps. the Face of Everyman remained mute but noted the poor condition of the marauding beast.