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?
Don Quixote perceived the bowing stalks of Elephant Garlic as a threat. He pawed the dirt ready to charge. He was victorious. The smell of fresh garlic hung in the air for hours. the Face of Everyman served up dishes of a delightful pasta to all. Very little goes to waste at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Willow and Buttercup were home from college and all grown up. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had always seemed to offer endless opportunities for employment. But the twins were here to ask the Face of Everyman for money to pay off their school loans. They would look for jobs when their new found freedom got to be boring. The venerable sage reviewed select chapters in his best selling book: “Tough Love” before he denied their requests.
Caught like a Deer in the headlights Mollie tried to profess her innocence despite a mouthful of delicious Buttercup stems. During interrogation by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Security Forces she changed her story numerous times. She asked that the Face of Everyman be called as her defense. Surely he would verify that deadheading the blooms produced even more flowers. In the end she lost her Title II grazing privileges for twenty-four hours. She may be deemed beyond rehabilitation.
The lounge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa closed early last night after a lot of pushing and shoving by the older Bucks. Some displays of temper continued outside. Finally most wandered off to sleep or rub antlers on trees. A few Does remained to trim leaves from lush, highly prized ornamental shrubs. the Face of Everyman went back to sleep. He never could understand this yearly dance.