The Polar Club was supposed to meet at 9:00. Only Johnny Dark Eyes showed. The other members must have partied too much at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa New Year’s Eve Ball. the Face of Everyman refused to give back the club’s event deposit.
Then there was Charlotta with her constant demands for something. Now she wanted a front row seat at the New Year’s count down at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman always overbooked these events so that there was a big crowd. He was happy to give her the seventh ticket for the same seat. “First come, first served” He always said.
Blakely tried to keep his fears of global warming to himself but, on every visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he had to ask the Oracle. Neither he nor the Face of Everyman liked the answer.
The Tsunami warning siren served only to scare the bejabbers out of everybody in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman regretted ever ordering the thing.
The King tide forced everybody, except the Face of Everyman, to higher ground. Few homes, in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were flooded. The venerable sage had to pump out his basement. He marked his calendar for the next one.
The dentist had cautioned Mullard to not eat or drink till the Novocaine had worn off. Poor Mullard he never took seriously what any Doctor said in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt sorry for birds as stupid as Mullard. For now, he couldn’t drink; would he bite his tongue next?
He was back; the Face of Everyman’s own Frankenstein feeding in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage regretted ever trying to splice genes. It was a mistake.
the Face of Everyman remarked that it was nice to see colorful guests. As city folks booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
It’s hard to say who was the more disappointed: Boots or the Face of Everyman. The cat found no birds and the venerable sage awoke with ice on his face. It was a poor exfoliant. Carborundum was his first choice.
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