Brandon and his twin brother Langdon (not seen) passed through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa this morning to see if there would be an apple crop this Fall. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to report that heavy pruning had reduced the expected crop. However, the venerable sage was able to quote imported apples at very attractive prices.
Edna stopped by to ask if it would be okay to bring her new Fawn to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for play dates with the other new Mothers with Fawns. the Face of Everyman considered the request and then asked that she made sure everyone looked where they stepped; little songbirds might be under foot.
Off season S. Claus leased the meadow adjacent to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to provide browse for his herds of ruminants. This winter, snow covered the lush grasses. the Face of Everyman took this in to account and waived the usual higher grazing fees imposed if the deer wandered off lease. After all, Mr. Claus kept a list of who was naughty and who was nice.
The mystery surrounding broken fencing and trampled Arugula seemed to be solved. The culprits, two night marauders, caught by technological advances in security systems deployed by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman winced as the intense carbon arc lamp bathed the scene in white hot daylight. Hoof prints on file matched. Crews worked the remainder of the night to restore the pristine setting. The perps remain free on bond.
A spate of addiction to bird seed swept thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the children of good families were not spared this curse. the Face of Everyman created a diversion program. He ordered a truck load of expensive flowering plants and ten crates of apples. Soon the kids were hooked on tulips and apples. Was there no end to this madness?