Since childhood Sebastian had been caught up in role playing. He’d thought that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a safe haven for all fugitives; now, he imagined that a famous bounty hunter was behind him with a “dead or alive” warrant in his hand. the Face of Everyman was strangely quiet when asked how’d he play this hand.
the Face of Everyman was always pleased when youngsters showed up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eager to start classes at the Montietorkie school. Applicable CDC guidelines were being followed scrupulously. Schools spirits ran high.
The Marti Gras parade had been cancelled; at least for this year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Renee wasn’t about to let a year’s worth of design and construction of an elaborate costume go unseen. the Face of Everyman witnessed a blinding flash of crimson as Renee took to the skies in an act of defiance.
Since hatching Cecil had cold feet. Now with all this snow it was no different. Every landing was torture. Surely life should be more pleasant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman suggested that he soak his feet in the thermal pools for fifteen minutes before foraging.
An arctic outbreak engulfed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a blanket of snow. the Face of Everyman was pleased that his idea of using geothermal resources was keeping this bit of paradise warm. Although the songbird guests foraging for food came up with slim pickings.
It wasn’t long before Mr. and Mrs. Crow heard about the new favorable seed put out for the songbirds. Crows had avoided the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa because the head chef had lost two stars in his Michelin ratings. But now things seemed different. the Face of Everyman tried to remain cordial to these freeloaders. What else could he do?
Snow was forecast for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Johnny Dark Eyes was granted a brief compassionate parole so that he could check on his Mother’s welfare. the Face of Everyman said that she’d gone south weeks ago. Johnny returned the box of chocolates to the FBRS Bodega for credit on his tab.
Lil’ #Magic was being driven mad by her lack of ability to bring down a songbird. Her glassy stare were ample evidence of her psychosis. the Face of Everyman knew that the simplest solution would be to remove the bell and collar. Alas, to what benefit would it be to allow this avowed killer to run loose in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Remnants of a suet block were set out for the songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. However, as noted by the Face of Everyman, it was Cheeky that got to lick the bowl.
Cheeky wasn’t sure that there was any point in remaining at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had suspended serving the sumptuous buffet due to the recent health scare. Yet, something told him to keep his room key until things could be sorted out.
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