Tula’ came down from the manor house to inspect for herself the backstage setting of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa ongoing saga featuring the Face of Everyman and the birds and critters here- abouts. She strutted her best strut; all the while knowing that the new camera was recording her every movement.
IR Camera
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa received a Federal Grant for state of the art security equipment. It was hastily erected and positioned. Security crews were not yet fully trained however it was pressed into service. the Face of Everyman was pleased that this camera took Infrared images and video. Similarly Rocky was happy that his night vision wasn’t diminished. Even the silhouette of a sinister Crow could not elude the sophisticated features of this IR camera. The FBR and S had never been safer.
Robynn
Robynn was the Poster Child for the CBT clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This poor fledgling had shown up with the worst case of ablutophobia ever seen by the venerable sage. After weeks of cognitive behavior therapy Robynn was at last free of her fears. She joyously splashed water on the Face of Everyman. His smile was so broad, his face almost cracked.
Eggs
Mom brought Belinda to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to show her where tomorrow’s Easter Egg Hunt would be staged. the Face of Everyman cautioned them about the sign carrying protesters likely to march from the village to here. Those birds were adamant that true eggs were not meant for any festival; albeit that most were laid by those silly barn yard chickens. But just the same . . .
Belly Dancing
Nadia was a contestant in the annual Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Tribal Fusion and Belly Dancing Contest. Most of her costume she created herself and was of her own design. Her scarves, jewelry and bronze cymbals she rented from the Face of Everyman. To avoid conflict the venerable sage recused himself from voting when pecuniary matters were involved. Nadia won the Regionals and went on to State.
Passport
Natasha had hoped to renew her expired passport and visitors visa at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa UN Consulate. Alas she was too late. Budget constraints forced small regional offices to close months ago. When the Face of Everyman heard her sobbing in despair, he immediately got out his official seal and stamp. After all the venerable sage had long been designated plenipotentiary for a whole host small republics; surely hers was among them.
Fugitive
Police detectives from the village circulated this file photo of Robespierre. There had been inquires from guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa about bogus social media stock purchased from a bird fitting his description. the Face of Everyman “vaguely” remembered printing a few artfully engraved stock certificates. In fact he took a flyer and bought a hundred shares. Naturally, in awkward situations like this, the venerable sage remained mute.
Tirade
Edith could take it no more. She was fed up with two slackers in the household. The tipping point was when her son Edsel asked to borrow five dollars so he and his father Mullard could play Putt-Putt Golf at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa award winning nine hole course. It was difficult, but the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep during Edith’s hour long tirade. Then she turned her tongue-lashing towards Edsel’s hapless father.
Easter Egg Hunt
Ichabod had arrived almost a week early for most of the scheduled Easter Egg hunts. His favorites were those set at Chetzemoka Park. Wet grass and toddlers thru pre-teens stomping along in hunt for barely hidden eggs caused worms of all sizes to emerge. A veritable feast not found at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman made a simple request: “If you find a chocolate bunny; I’d be pleased to share it with you.”
Warbler
the Face of Everyman had been looking thru his Face Book photos when he came across the image of an old friend, a Summer visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage made a mental note to remind June arrivals not refer to Reginald as ‘ol Butter Butt. At least not to his face.
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