Bobby was determined to earn his merit badge in Semaphore before the next troop meeting. the Face of Everyman encouraged him to practice every chance he had. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa thrived because of this type of go-getter.
the Face of Everyman was never sure where history was taking him. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was remote and off the beaten path of the Pacific Flyway; yet, this very morning stupid Pigeons were marching and practicing close order drill. Had social media chatter targeted this bit of paradise?
Tula’ came down from the manor house to inspect the area. Traces of deer, raccoon and feral cats were detected. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now had new neighbors; with them came the unmistakable scent of dog. the Face of Everyman had withheld this information from the front office until he had more information. Now it would be Tula’, the Kurilian Bobtail, who would be asking the tough questions.
Cheeky was learning new survival skills. It seems that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now hosted conflicting cultures. the Face of Everyman was unsure as to how to provide the best of both worlds to a squirrel and a cat dressed as a clown. Management expected a full report by noon. Everyman’s Golden Handshake seemed to slip ever further from his grasp.
On dry nights Panther made her way warily thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This image gave security forces an opportunity to compare Panther with an intruder: #Magic. Differences were clear. the Face of Everyman opened a new dossier on #Magic. Then went back to bed.
Photos of a new intruder were reviewed over and over by the security team at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was at a loss to give a “solid” ID. For now the colorful unwanted guest was to be named: Magic.
Cheeky wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was under Flood Watch conditions. Somehow the Face of Everyman did not appear concerned. Maybe he wasn’t aware enough to understand the dangers.
After months of lock down nerves were raw. Tempers short. These were the darkest days for the residents of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman fed up with about everything.
the face of Everyman had spent the morning musing about a conspiracy theory he might put forth at the meeting of the Grand Masters of Destiny, Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Lodge 99. The venerable sage forgot that on occasion Galactic Law & Order folks tuned in. The near miss by the Proton Ray was meant as a friendly reminder; a shot across the bow, if you will: “Drop the sharing of cockamamie conspiracy theories.” Everyman immediately switched his thoughts to knock, knock jokes and menu planning.
It was more than just body language that caused the Face of Everyman to blink. The Crows had placed a to go order and it wasn’t ready; in fact, the staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had lost the order. The venerable sage tried to apologize but that didn’t quite do it. Waiting wasn’t common trait amongst crows.
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