Boots asked the proverbiale question: “When’s Summer.” the Face of Everyman pointed to the sign. Now gone; stolen by the Gipsies. Drat.
Thieves
Hot Line?
Little Maelstrom kept dialing the Mental Health Hotline, getting the busy signal. His problems couldn’t wait. So, he unloaded his story on the Face of Everyman. It shook the very foundations of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Zombie
Speed
It was hard to calculate her speed, but Tuppence was the fastest thing on three legs in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman would endeavor to measure it someday.
Full Moon
By the light of the Strawberry moon POGO foraged throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman basked in its silvery glow.
Juxtaposition
the Face of Everyman liked this photo.
Splash
“Splish, Splash I was taken a bath.”
Awkward
Alphonso found himself in an awkward position. Newcomers to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seldom gave the distance to hop a second thought. the face of Everyman suggested that Alphonso flap his wings. There was success at last.
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Balance seemed innate in Cheeky’s skill set. the Face of Everyman knew what was coming next: a squirrel in the face. A theme often repeated in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Serrenity
the Face of Everyman tried to remember the days before the Pigeons disrupted daily life in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
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