The signs were posted all about the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They clearly prohibited: skate boarding, bungee jumping and parkour. the Face of Everyman was bewildered as to which of these stunts this obnoxious guests was trying to perform.
Cheeky was back to his old haunts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This past winter he had spent at the gym perfecting his speed jump performance to enable him to beat the timer on the security camera. The venerable sage had learned of this ploy weeks ago and had upgraded the camera shutter speeds to hair trigger timing.
Some mornings a vague hologram formed above the head of the Face of Everyman He was never sure who it was. Cell phone reception in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was virtually nonexistent. One bar and a host of missed calls was the norm.
Brer Rabbit passed thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hailed him and offered a chat. Brer Rabbit apologized and explained that he was on his way to nearby kitchen garden to sample the seedlings put out by a neighbor. Baby lettuce and carrot tops were what he was hoping for.
Tucker had missed two meals in this past week. Not tonight! He was on the prowl through the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Brer Rabbit best be on the lookout. the Face of Everyman found it hard to sleep with all the security alarms ringing at once.
the Face of Everyman noted in his daily log that those funny looking birds were back at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He counted himself as lucky when they showed up in just twos and threes. Elsewhere in North America they gathered in the tens of thousands.
Everyone wanted to be in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa 4th of July parade. Practice was a bit ragged at first; but, these patriots knew they’d be in shape. the Face of Everyman hoped that the malcontents would drop by the wayside long before the holiday. He still needed a fife and drum duo to lead this rag tag bunch. There seemed no end of problems. He himself would be the standard bearer.
A bug in the facial recognition software failed to determine who was this night visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was of little help; he slept thru the whole episode. Members of the security team differed in their ID results. Some declared that it was a Coyote others a common house cat. Rains obliterated any paw prints. Tech teams worked to resolve the bug problem.
Dundee assured the Face of Everyman this object was more than a mere bauble. It was discovered far in the out back deep within an opal mine. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t accept stolen treasure in payment for rent. The venerable sage gave Dundee his thirty days notice to vacate.
The Farmer’s Almanac had marked this date as poor for fishing. Rothschild didn’t care. Even with a waxing gibbous moon he knew that his inherent skills would prevail. He should have called that 1-811 number before digging. All he succeeded in doing was tearing up the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa plumbing system and disturbing the sleep of the Face of Everyman.
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