Big Guy held still trying not to blink. This photo was for the cover of his dating catalog, published weekly in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It could be found elsewhere in the environs. It was only after the usual press run that it was noticed by the Face of Everyman that in the background unmistakenly was that notorious lay about Not-Our-Cat. Stuff happens.
Blossom there to warn them of the upcoming gale force winds headed straight for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman ordered everyone to shelter in place till the winds abated.
Elizabeth-Rose had no idea peanuts were this good. She thought that only elephants and monkeys fancied them. the Face of Everyman gritted his teeth. The peanuts were meant for the Crows. Alas, nothing ever went as planned in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Cheeky was thinking of running for office in the 2028 election cycle. He wanted a fresh campaign photo that showed him hard at work for the voters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman obliged but didn’t think much of his chances for any office.
Lefty the Seagull, who is missing his left foot gives a knowing glance towards Horace crippled from birth. Such is life in Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A tear formed in an eye of the Face of Everyman. It was a joyful moment.
Vulcan wanted the Face of Everyman to add Ants to the menu of birdfeed. The current menu was aimed at the Crows, which seemed unfair as they ate anything and, of course, the songbirds. Least served were the Hummingbirds. They had to wait till the Spring flowers of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered their nectar.
An awkward moment in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as a scavenger Deer tries to brush passed the Kindle Ol’ Pensioner and feast on birdseed. the Face of Everyman had sharp words for this type of behavior.
Even the street savvy Not-Our-Cat fell for the myth of the freshwater pearls. Seen here he stares up the drainpipe in search of his fortune. the Face of Everyman could have saved him the trouble; but the Venerable Sage thought no one could be so easily duped. It takes all kinds to populate the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Not-Our-Cat kept making a nuisance of himself in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. If he needed friends, remarked the Face of Everyman, why not join the Pickle Ball Club?
As usual, a day late and a dollar short Sparky missed his chance to meet a new princess. the Face of Everyman was tired of arranging blind dates for awkward your bucks. After all the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was big enough for many chance encounters.
