Cecil wasn’t one to complain but it was becoming harder to forage since the Face of Everyman had stopped feeding the songbirds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was lush with vegetation; but when folks got used to free handouts hunting and gathering seemed too much like work. The venerable sage countered Cecil’s complaints with news that Coyote sightings were getting more common as well visits by several cats. “A word to the wise . . .”
Fresh from the Borscht Belt Marty and Smarty tried out their material on the luncheon crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Knock! Knock! Who’s there? Hike. Hike who? I didn’t know you liked Japanese poetry!” Guests looked at each other for an easy explanation of the joke. Even the Face of Everyman scratched his head.
Billy-Bob had been practicing all morning, much to the perturbation of the Face of Everyman. Billy-Bob had entered the 4th of July watermelon spitting contest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa holiday festival. He had his eye on the National Championship.
the Face of Everyman had read enough Uncle Remus stories to know that this here Brer Rabbit was a trickster. How he found his way to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remains a mystery. The venerable sage had to be on his toes when dealing with this canny character from American Folklore.
A notorious pair, Bonnie and Clyde, stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, to upgrade their wanted poster photos. the Face of Everyman was more than happy to oblige. There was a bit of the gangsta in the venerable sage.
Business was slow for the Face of Everyman so he offered a special on glamor shots for newly arriving guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Some took to posing naturally; others not so. . .
Little Bobby was in time out. He had yelled at the kindle ol’ pensioner. His parents were so embarrassed. the Face of Everyman usually took the brunt of comments by dissatisfied guests to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but never the pensioner. Well, except when Stellar’s Jays showed up looking for a free hand out.
With each technological advance the Face of Everyman came closer to perfecting his proton generated X-ray machine. Soon his fame and that of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would spread far and wide. The venerable sage hoped that management didn’t notice the outrageous electrical bill hidden under the line item: Misc.
Borris and Natasha had reserved a nest without air conditioning; it seemed frivolous to spend good money on such trivial pleasures. Upon arrival the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had temperatures above 100 F. the face of Everyman suggested that they walk along the promenade until temps cooled. Both are reminded of Yalta where they met and a portrayal of their lives by Anton Chekhov.
Blistering hot nights brought out the big cats. Samson roamed at will thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The accursed bell was the only thing that kept him from being top scorer in the annual FBRS Rat Kill Contest. This was even after the Face of Everyman had granted him a handicap.