They were certain that they were walking into an ambush but the lure of cracked corn and millet seed was overpowering. Fresh tracks in the mud of big cats made them wary. The fact that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a UNESCO avian sanctuary never crossed the minds of Tula’, Panther or Boots. All were neighborhood scofflaws and may have done hard time. the Face of Everyman was conducting business on mind-skype and was powerless to aid the naive pigeons if a rumble went down.
Long Island Iced Tea
Three day weekends have been the hardest for Elizabeth. Time weighs heavily on her hands. the Face of Everyman is her sponsor but they know that full recovery is difficult. Her teaching position at the Montietorkie school is being held for her. The lush surroundings of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa gives her an unwarranted sense of confidence. Surely one Long Island Iced Tea wouldn’t hurt.
Memoir
Barclay wanted to write his memoir. He sought out the Face of Everyman. Should he balance his heroic war stories with remembrances of his bucolic life here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Well”, said the venerable sage, “I’d devote a chapter to each battle and see how that goes.” “Then each love affair”. “Wrap those with chapters of recollections of life here at FBRS, your achievements at the Montetorkie school and in NASCAR sports”. “My guess?” “After three years of hard work; ‘Bob’s your uncle'”.
Barley Water
Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa weight loss clinic was a thin gruel of Barley water and something dreadful which compounded Palomar’s feelings of hunger. He stepped outside for a smoke and a brief chat with the Face of Everyman while casting his eyes about for any orts. Expletive. Evening waitstaff had been meticulous.
Boon
Rocky was unaware of a 2nd security camera protecting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It wouldn’t have mattered. He sought a boon from the Goddess Of Perpetual Succour recently renamed from the far less august title of Perpetual Hunger. These long Summer days meant that he couldn’t forage till after the ever later sunsets. Perhaps she could do something about making nightfall sooner. In return he would embellish her shrine with a chicken bone. The Goddess was unlikely to grant a favor on such a weak promise.
Skinny Dipping
Martha taught Third Grade at the Montietorkie School. This gave her pool privileges at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman failed to warn her about the paparazzi lurking about. The village paper ran the photo with a brief caption. She braved the few snickers that reached her ears.
Clinic
Palomar had booked into the world famous weight loss clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. On the first day he broke the rules, stuffing his face. When caught on camera, all he could say was: “Does this pop corn make me look fat?” The venerable sage had witnessed this scene played over and over.
Pop Corn
Finisterre loved pop corn with butter. Unfortunately the sweepings from last night’s movies at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was drenched in truffle oil with a hint of Brewer’s yeast. His only resort was soaking each fluffy kernel in the cleansing waters. Luckily for the Face of Everyman truffle oil was close to SPF-60.
Stopped
A massive shift along fault lines near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had blocked the deep fissure that carried water to the Spring of Eternal Giving. It was up to the Face of Everyman to employ his powers of psychokinesis to clear the vital, life giving passageway. Few thanked him for exhaustive efforts.
Sunrise
Carondelet always wanted to be first to greet the Sun. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, situated on a high promontory, was an ideal location to receive a daily blessing. Despite his brilliance, the Face of Everyman still had trouble sorting out the 12 ancient Olympians. On each census form he left the question of religion blank.
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