Family get togethers were an impromptu event; prompted mostly by the nature and bounty of food offered by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased he could oblige a growing family.
The last known sighting of Not-Our-Cat, AKA Mr. Pickles. He has not been seen for two days. The Crows are silent as to his where abouts. The songbirds fear foul play. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa will not be the same without him. the Face of Everyman was sure he would show up soon.
Plop Drops triggered the security cameras and briefly caused confusion amongst guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman awoke sputtering with a mouthful of Spring rainwater.
Father Robin (the circuit rider preacher) always tried to make a dramatic entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He thought it increased the Sunday turn-out, more confessions and the size of the tithe. the Face of Everyman thought it stole some of his own Thunder.
the Face of Everyman viewed with alarm Cheeky about to pounce on Natsha. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had strict rules against hunting. He tried to intervene by shouting; but nothing came out. He was mute with his state of horror.
Henrettia’s almanac said it was the first day of Spring. She searched the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for new blossoms of any kind. She was loathed to ask, “Mr. Smarty Pants,” the Face of Everyman.
It seemed a sure sign of Spring in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as the denizens began pairing up. the Face of Everyman made note in the guest register: Birds noted kissing.
Boots, a House Cat by day and a Huntress by night. She flaunted the “no hunting rule” that covered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sprawling acreage. Most evenings the Face of Everyman tried to ignore her. There was still a chance that a Coyote would chase her down.
O’Brian was in line early for his lunch of Corned Beef and Cabbage. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always served the traditional dish on St. Patrick’s Day. The Face of Everyman was looking forward to the Hash for breakfast tomorrow.
Long legs enabled Crankshaw to step over the gap formed by low tide at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman resented being used in this fashion.