Rarely seen together were Cheeky and his significant other. Together they shared the bounty of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman considered starting a Squirrel census.
Terwilliger posed for this trophy shot. The sheer size frightened the Face of Everyman. He didn’t know that French fries grew that large in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The threat of weekend snow in the high country brought birds seeking refuge in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was thankful for the patronage during an otherwise slow season.
Lil’ Squash Blossum forgot to remove her slippers. She’s a bit bemused this morning thought the Face of Everyman. This happens every once in a while, in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Against his better judgement the Face of Everyman allowed this image to become part the ongoing routine of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Harold and his ilk had never added much to resort life.
Johnny Dark Eyes was out of jail; once again. His visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was quick and sweet. He was here to say goodbye to his mom, if only the Face of Everyman could remember where she said to forward her mail.
Egleston posed for the photo, showing off his impressive rack. He knew there was little, if any, competition in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman purloined a copy for himself.
Could this be the famed Nincompoop he had heard so much about? the Face of Everyman wondered who would let their pet dog out at night to face the wily Coyote. This could become a tragedy in the land of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.