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.
the Face of Everyman couldn’t recall there being a tattoo parlor in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he was willing to let this guy set up shop over the Memorial Day weekend. “What next?” thought the venerable sage. “A Hoochie Coochie show?”
Carlisle was a budding thespian. All he wanted was a chance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Summer stock theater. A walk-on with one line; like Bogey: “Tennis anyone?” the Face of Everyman tried to think of something he could use him in. A tableau vivant immediately came to mind: “St. George slaying the dragon.” He scheduled dress rehearsal for this afternoon.
Harriet made a brief stop at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Rent for an Efficiency over at the Golf course water hazard was going beyond her reach. She hadn’t chosen a mate for this season so time was of the essence. the Face of Everyman didn’t offer anything over a water feature. Anything less than that was a non-starter for Harriet. Maybe she’d have to pawn her mother’s locket.
Buttered toast was a favorite of Farley’s but he was willing to share with the Face of Everyman. Such a prize was not often found in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage gracious declined the offer; suspecting that it came from sweepings behind the village cafe.
Merlin was asked to return the Face of Everyman to his normal position. The famed magician called upon all the supernatural forces in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to reset the venerable sage. Observers were in awe when this force of black magic was unleashed. Merlin took a bow in response to the applause from the audience.
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