The mystery surrounding broken fencing and trampled Arugula seemed to be solved. The culprits, two night marauders, caught by technological advances in security systems deployed by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman winced as the intense carbon arc lamp bathed the scene in white hot daylight. Hoof prints on file matched. Crews worked the remainder of the night to restore the pristine setting. The perps remain free on bond.
Silence
The silence was deafening. The Spring of Eternal Giving had stopped flowing. Was that a signal to the Face of Everyman that something was wrong? Indeed, the venerable sage awoke to see a Crow attempt to sneak his way into the magical kingdom that was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. To what end he wondered; no Crow likes leftover bird seed.
Remedial Action
A recent Security Audit found weaknesses in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system. In a random review of security images the Forensics Team found ten percent contained unacceptable errors. Seen above are the unmistakable signs of a Cat’s ears. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that the ears may belong to the manor house cat. Nevertheless a three page list of urgent remedial action was sent to Management; carbon copy to Corporate. The venerable sage could see his Golden Handshake diminish.
Natasha
Natasha had spent days binge-streaming epic video productions. She had long ago exhausted both archival Betamax libraries held by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and the Face of Everyman. She needed fresh air and sunlight before she tackled all thirty seasons of The Simpsons, unexpurgated and complete with such features as out takes and interviews with cast members. The venerable sage believed that she was driven by demons. An exorcism just may be required.
Nectar
Lulu-belle brought her complaints directly to the Face of Everyman. There needs to be more flowers grown near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She shouldn’t be expected to raise a family on the nectar set out in feeders. That stuff was mostly colored dreck. The venerable sage wasn’t sure how he was involved but promised the young mother that he would look into the matter. Perhaps the florist shop in the posh arcade had something more nourishing than a wilted corsage. He could hope.
Portrait
the Face of Everyman had interrupted his own projects to honor a promise that he had made to Carlotta. She needed her portrait painted before she was sworn into her new office as village mayor. The folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were proud that one of their own had been elected to such a high office. However, largesse was not a word in Carlotta’s vocabulary.
Village Constable
As Holiday Shopping begins in earnest, extra security has been hired at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Normally Maximilian worked security at the posh arcade shops but has been reassigned. His years as the village constable makes him aptly suited for this type of surveillance.
Panophobia
Timmy, the Timid, took his cue from the startled expression on the Face of Everyman. Timmy had been diagnosed by the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Health Clinic as panophobic. But, somehow this seemed different. If the venerable sage was alarmed then perhaps Timmy better rethink swimming today and just shower in the locker room.
Coyote
Peripheral security cameras seldom catch items of interest. However, this instance of a coyote penetrating the outermost ring of detection devices gives cause for alarm for the Face of Everyman and guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps this urban scavenger is searching for Thanksgiving leftovers?
Twins
The Bergdorf twins were different than most folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above they are practicing speaking in pig Latin under water. Only the venerable sage, the Face of Everyman is able to comprehend their regional dialect
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