It took awhile before the Face of Everyman recognized his Uncle Pyro standing near the cabana huts. Few visitors to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa looked so bad. Unca’ P was a refugee from Easter Island. He was slated to become one of those famous monoliths but escaped, in a tourist’s luggage disguised as a maquette. The spa had their work cut out for themselves to get his face to shine like basalt.
Dad didn’t have permission to hunt in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, that didn’t matter much as this here tasty critter wasn’t on the endangered species list. As he told the Face of Everyman: “A nest full of new borns requires a heap of protein.”
Mom hated taking young Alistair anywhere. The kid was constantly hungry. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the last stop on the bus line. If she missed this one it was an hour’s wait for the next. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep for fear that she would ask him to mind the child until her return.
the Face of Everyman was surprised that this low-life parasite would comply with the automated warning used at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to: “Mind the gap.” Nevertheless he was pleased.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was still pretty much in a frontier setting. Lawless toughs often held sway. Zack didn’t think that this was the time or place to take down these three bozos. If they wanted to use the pool for lap swimming; then he’d just mosey along. You can see the look of relief on the Face of Everyman.
The annual Memorial Day Parade at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was about to commence. This year the float judged best would be in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade. A judge approached the Face of Everyman seeking an upgrade to his accommodations and to be compt for his meals. A win for the Spa entry was implied. The moral compass of the venerable sage was sent spinning.
The Plus Size ladies were back in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after being sequestered in the high country; some acting as mid-wives. the Face of Everyman hadn’t seen a fawn as yet; but, any day now he’d be asked to baby sit one of those spotted rascals. He tried to say “No”, but he was a push over for the big eyes and long lashes.
Practice for the Memorial Day Parade began early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to bite his tongue to keep from revealing how upset he was that the lazy, no good Pigeons had been given the privilege of leading this important and historical parade. Of course, no one tended graves in this magical place; Sky Burials were the preferred ritual.
It was Bobby’s birthday and his indulgent parents allowed him to play “bobbing for peanuts” in the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman objected to such use of the public facilities; it took days to clear the waters of the detritus.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Montetorkie School graduation ceremonies were about to begin. Elizabeth had been asked to present the awards. She asked the Face of Everyman if he thought it alright for her to have one Long Island Iced Tea before. He wisely cautioned against it.
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