Some Country Cousins got the last roost available at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They were overjoyed when the Face of Everyman told them that they would be able to view the Oscars on the Jumbotron. Truth be told they were asleep by Sundown. 
Persona non grata
Panther was on prowl; her day pass had expired and she was now persona non grata within the vast estate of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had ordered the collar with bell from Amazon Prime but it was temporarily on back order. Nothing else to do but sound the alarm and have all guests shelter in place. 
Popcorn
Hydraulic engineers were called in to resolve the flooding at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wondered where they had got their training. All they did was spill hot buttered popcorn around and mutter how they’d never seen such a mess. They left without so much as a fare thee well. 
Flooding
Heavy rains accompanied by high winds had battered and flooded this remote sanctuary on the Pacific flyway. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa called in their Public Works engineer to survey the damage. He wasn’t much help. He did offer a flotation device to keep the Face of Everyman’s head above water until the flooding subsided. He then left for his day job: bicycle and wheelchair mechanic at the senior center.
Think Tank
The think tank met Wednesday morning to develop a new strategy to ensure each vote was counted at the next election to be held at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The moderator struggled to find common ground among the delegates. Even the Face of Everyman threw up his hands; it was like herding cats.
Caucus
Cheeky had left a warm nest to caucus at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Everyone, including the Face of Everyman were huddled into a small conference room instead of the grand ballroom. The four corners of the room represented the major candidates. Most folks stood in the middle, unsure of which corner they should stand. In the end, Cheeky, wasn’t sure that his vote was recorded. He left, disillusioned of the whole process. 
Chill
Early morning temps neared the freezing mark which only partially explained Gwendolyn’s frozen beak. The waitstaff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa suggested a quick dip into a cup of hot coffee. the Face of Everyman concurred. It seemed that there was always something going awry, even in paradise. 
Unfettered
The Owl Hot Line had been busy for over an hour as this rodent was allowed to cavort about the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa unfettered. In his immortal words the Face of Everyman lamented, “There was never an Owl around when you needed one.”
Forecast
Official off site observers for Groundhogs Day began arriving at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman would have the Jumbotron on and in focus for this annual event. It would be an early wake up call for the five elected observers to insure that there were no shenanigans pulled by the handlers of Punxsutawney Phil. The official line in Vegas was six more weeks.
Weather
Near tropical temps invaded the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. An atmospheric river dominated the weather pattern. Rarely seen guests booked in to the Resort. Eloise had hoped to volunteer for the upcoming census. For now the Face of Everyman felt overwhelmed by the quick shift in demographics. Hopefully, next week’s cold snap would right the imbalance he felt. 
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