Mayberry wasn’t sure about bubbles; they seemed to have a life of their own. Many strange things existed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and although he’d asked the Face of Everyman the answers were never clear. He would bolt if that big one drifted his way.
Elroy was here for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sand Castle competition. If the tide table is accurate we are at high tide. the Face of Everyman delivered sand and rented out the sculpting tools. Judging would commence as the low tide turned. Elroy hoped that he could win the chance to go on to the semi-finals at Santa Cruz.
This time of year the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was known for high tides and dangerous rip currents. Sybil was caught off guard; a flutter of her tiny wings was barely enough to get her to safety. the Face of Everyman made a mental note to have multi-lingual warning signs posted.
At some ungodly hour the alarm bells rang, the klaxons blared and loud speakers asked all guests to remain sheltered. The Foggy Bottoms resort and Spa had an intruder tentatively identified as a Coyote. Judging by the replay of security video the beast had entered the perimeter following the scent of a cat. the Face of Everyman wondered how long would it be before a Lost Kitty poster would appear on bill boards every where.
Fitzhugh hated it when the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had mosquito abatement day. A larvacide was applied and allowed to dissolve. That might take days. Couldn’t the Face of Everyman just pay him to eat the mosquitos when they hatched?
It was time for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual civil service exams. the Face of Everyman proctored. The simple yes or no answers perplexed even the most qualified for the post.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Food Bank was overly generous this week as they cleared their shelves to make way for a load of cranberries, nuts and raisins donated for the Thanksgiving meal. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that wild birds should be fed in this fashion but he took comfort knowing such munificence did not come from his modest budget.
An eerie shroud fell over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This talk of setting clocks back had the effect of stopping time itself. Even the Face of Everyman felt concern. Maybe this was when time really did stop.
The morning after Guy Foxes Night the boys were trying to recover from the celebration of drink and bonfires. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had somehow institutionalized this peculiar British event. the Face of Everyman had tried over the years to have only wet firewood on hand in an effort to phase out this bacchanalian event. Alas, they kept him up till dawn.
the Face of Everyman missed the good old days of Disney when deer were gentle folk. Now the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed peopled with aggression. He often feared for his life. Where was Ranger Ralph when you needed him?
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