Audit

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Corporate IG sent around a rather gloom chap named Sonny to inspect the books of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman became so frightened that he wasn’t sure which set of books he should bring out for the audit. He was still looking forward to that Golden Handshake.

Masked Singer

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Billy Bob planned to audition for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s version of the “Masked Singer”. He was sure that he would be chosen; if, for no other reason than he was masked already. He practiced far into the night. the Face of Everyman heard every false note.

Prowler

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Ginger Fat Cat was on the prowl. Seen above as she enters the UNESCO World Heritage Biosphere Reserve of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her aim was to catch a songbird before the klaxons awakened the Face of Everyman.

Nanny

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Phyllis needed money for tuition. Education at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa A&M didn’t come cheaply so she hired out as a Nanny. the Face of Everyman was relieved that someone else was responsible for the supervision of these small songbirds.

Intruders

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the face of Everyman wished that he hadn’t eaten that last slice of pizza. His stomach roiled and his dreams were scary. He took comfort in knowing that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system would warn of any intruders.

Circle of Friends

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The vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa posed a peculiar problem for Big Boy: how to leave his scent on trees and bushes so that the ladies would know of his presence. So far, by the Face of Everyman’s count, only four or five would be Mothers had joined his close circle of friends.

Nibbling

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Terrence was a timid soul. Stories by the Face of Everyman of crabs and turtles nibbling at your toes freaked out this would-be swimmer. His parents sought help from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Health Clinic and the venerable sage agreed to stop telling scary stories; at least for now.

Bonfire

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the Face of Everyman laughed when he saw young Clarence carrying nesting material. Turns out it was kindling for the Halloween bonfire; an annual tradition at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Autumn Leaves

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the Face of Everyman could not distinguish between dizziness or vertigo. Those pesky raccoons had been spinning him around and around in their endless games of sport. It was of small comfort that the first sign of Fall colors in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a fallen leaf resting near his head. Autumn was finally here.