Peek

Natacha wasn’t sure but she thought she’d caught a glimpse of the paparazzi. Could they have slipped past security to gain entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman anxious to discover any breach however small.

Doppelganger

This cat seemed to be marked the same as Not Our Cat, but it could be the coincidence of the breed. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kept records of such events. the Face of Everyman toyed with the idea of employing AI to make the final determinenation.

Parade

Chaos irrupted as marchers fought to be the standard bearer in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s 4th of July parade. the Face of Everyman could not recall to whom he assigned the honor.

Grift

Well, well, well. Look who just dropped in? Was it Johnnie Dark Eyes? “Here to cash your mom’s widows’ pension check?” asked the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was home all types. Johnnie was just one of them.

Sports

Always a day late and a dollar short Pogo swept the ballroom floor of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Not a scrap of food did he find. the Face of Everyman had warned him to take a break from World Cup Soccer at meal time.