Sprouting

Cheeky was beside himself.  Because of unseasonably warm temperatures here on the Pacific Flyway all of his carefully cached nuts were sprouting.  He relied on these for food during the long cold dark months of Winter.  After reviewing all options, the Face of Everyman agreed to make room in his pantry and storage locker at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa by shipping more truffles to exporters and corner the highly competitive off season market.

Algal Bloom

the Face of Everyman knew the diagnosis even before the young staff doctor made his pronouncement: contact dermatitis.  A high tide coupled with high winds had driven an Algal Bloom right to the very spot inhabited by the venerable sage.  It would take almost superhuman efforts by the kindly ol’ pensioner to return these waters to their pristine condition and magical pH number.  It might be time to drain the swamp.

Philantropy

the Face of Everyman was intrigued when the Rockefeller twins, Landon and Brandon asked to borrow two Bitcoins in order to attend Philanthropy School here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Asked why they needed to attend school on such a matter.  Answer: “So we won’t give our money to rich people.”  The venerable sage would think about it; long enough for them to forget that they had asked.

Usual Suspects

There were no eye witnesses to the slaughter of this poor pigeon.  It is not an uncommon occurrence at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  In fact, their reduction in numbers had been chronicled by the Face of Everyman.  His census reports indicate a high of twenty pigeons in the flock two months ago to a new low of five birds this past week.  The venerable sage wrote a generic obituary to be published in the village newspaper.  No memorial has been planned.  Hawks were named as the usual suspects.

Free Range

The Food Bank at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had opened early to accommodate those headed to the nearby village to march in solidarity.  Cheeky was always miffed when the free range moochers took advantage of such an opportunity and helped themselves.  the Face of Everyman tried to explain that the food was meant guests of the resort.  His words went unheeded.

Deus ex machina

Many wonders occur at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above, as caught on a high tech security camera, a hand reaches down and re-positions the Face of Everyman.  Was it a merciful act by the kindly ol’ pensioner?  Or just a bit of theater?

Safe Conduct Pass

Panther had been given a safe conduct pass to cross thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  She had explained to the Face of Everyman that she was on her way to the big city to demonstrate and march with others.  The venerable sage extracted her promise to beg the kindly ol’ pensioner to reset his face to the camera.  He was at a poor camera angle; one which lacked cinematic appeal to his fans.

Rukus

Management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa called in a Pinkerton Agent to look into last night’s ruckus.  It seems that the Raccoons had broken in and once again bullied the Face of Everyman, twirling him around and around leaving him out of place and out of sorts. The venerable sage could offer no more than a vague description of the perps inasmuch as they all wore masks.  Yet another cold case.