Although the Venerable Sage was fully aware of the optics behind such natural displays, he was always pleased that even the smallest segment of the mystical arc appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Rainbow?
Wasps?
Tuppence wasn’t sure that she had ever seen such a thing before. It was a “Wasp-a-nator”. A fake wasp’s nest to discourage real wasps from nesting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman put great store in such natural methods of pest control.
True Grit
There weren’t many sightings of Three-Legged Mom after she fell for the “catch and release” program. It took some doing to get back to home territory in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman admired her spirit and tenacity.
Volatile
Their arguments never ceased. No matter the subject; opposite views quickly formed. the Face of Everyman suggested a debate team to engage the lunch-time crowd in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their first agreement. “NO.”
Foraging
Boots decided to wait until POGO was finished. These encounters could be painful. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now hosted at least two families of these strange creatures. the Face of Everyman had made little effort to accomodate them. He expected them to adopt.
Visitors
A somber delegation arrived at Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to discuss the berry content of suet feeders. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard as he had not prepared for this impromptu visit. He couldn’t just ignore them.
Rally
the Face of Everyman awoke to discover everyone was off to the No Kings protest. Political activism had never been his thing. Yet he supported the zeal shown by the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Songbirds were good people.
Job?
Onyx didn’t know who to thank for this most excellent meal. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always tried to take care of its own. the Face of Everyman would have liked a little recognition but was satisfied that, so far, AI hadn’t threatened his job.
Nap time.
What was this world coming to? Nobody seemed to want that chunk of pasta stuck to the nose of the Face of Everyman. He would lose face if he asked help from one of these small creatures who inhabited the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Venerable Sage decided to let Fate have a hand in solving this problem as he drifted off to sleep.
Teething?
Bobby could feel his antlers starting to grow. This seemed untimely as it was near the end of rutting season in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could offer no advice; just watch and wait.
