Everywhere that Ozwald looked he saw that the Ice Walkers had been here and had moved on; perhaps North beyond the wall. The entire landscape of the vast Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was covered in snow and ice. Even ever indefatigable the Face of Everyman was locked in ice and appeared a goner.
“Well, it’s been a quiet week in . . .”
Out along a remote part of the Pacific Flyway where the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosts a small variety of birds, bookings were off and Ball Room entertainment didn’t resume till after the Lunar New Year. The casinos had grabbed up all the Top 40 names. It was Sabeal who thought up the idea that all the Gals should start wearing their Spring colors and liven up the place. All the Guys, including the Face of Everyman, grumbled and procrastinated for as long as possible.
Hercules
Using sketchy bio-metrics the forensic security team at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was able to ID this intruder. Year old data suggested that this is Hercules, a semi-feral cat whose “owners” are off on a Snowbird camping trip. the Face of Everyman had pangs of conscience as it was he who sold the couple the Cat-o-matic 30 Day Feeder with a complementary bag of dry cat food. Assuring them that their beloved pet, who resided in the garage, would never ever stray.
Dark Web
Natasha had become tired of her single life style at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Reluctantly she turned to the Dark Web for a selection of Russian “mail order” grooms. She was pleased with her choice but sought a second opinion from the Face of Everyman.
Slips
Little Timmy forgot the rules about running along the promenade at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above he slips and falls face first into the pristine waters. the Face of Everyman had long ago given up trying to correct the behavior of these fledglings. Of course, Timmy’s parents were nowhere to been seen.
Ergo ipso facto
Filbert was confused by the news that Star fish were dying and thus allowing Sea Urchins to proliferate and kill off forests of sea weed. In any case he wanted to check on his trove of fresh water abalone; native only to these waters. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a sanctuary; the taking fresh water abalone was prohibited. the Face of Everyman applied his situational ethics algorithm: He himself had never seen one; ergo ipso facto one cannot poach something that doesn’t exist.
Oracle of Delphi
Honeywell came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to explore support for his candidacy. The Oracle of Delphi was rumored to reside hereabouts. When he put the question to Pythia, she gave no immediate response. the Face of Everyman’s shocked and dumbfounded look should have been all he needed to know.
Gastronomic Delights
State Fish and Wildlife inspectors were dumbfounded to realize that Rocky was actually washing his peanut butter sandwich. They replayed the footage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera again and again. It was the Face of Everyman who verified their findings. Orts had drifted his way and channeled his dreams into a series of gastronomic delights.
Trouble
Conspiracy theories are rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Friends and family members are reluctant to be seen talking. Seen above, the twins Hobby and Bobby who converse only in the presence of the unimpeachable sage, the Face of Everyman. Will these troubling times ever end?
Eulogy
Father Robin gave an impromptu generic eulogy on behalf of the unknown pigeon whose precious life was cut short by the Hawk earlier this week. the Face of Everyman maintained a small slush fund to cover such contingencies as the two paid mourners and to provide a small honorarium for the good Father. Truly, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa takes care of its own.
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