Natasha

Natasha had spent days binge-streaming epic video productions.  She had long ago exhausted both archival Betamax libraries held by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and the Face of Everyman.  She needed fresh air and sunlight before she tackled all thirty seasons of The Simpsons, unexpurgated and complete with such features as out takes and interviews with cast members.  The venerable sage believed that she was driven by demons.  An exorcism just may be required.

Orts

After lunch, Daphne one of the circus sideshow performers lingered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  She turned to her host, the Face of Everyman, and asked for a doggy bag for the orts.  The venerable sage graciously complied though he was feeling a bit peckish.  He had hoped to nosh.

Asylum

After the big windstorm these three show up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seeking asylum and refugee status.  They had fled the circus sideshow wintering in the meadow.  the Face of Everyman explained that in this magical land they were free to come and go as they pleased.  Bewildered by this new sense of freedom, two balked and wanted to return to the circus and train for a new opening act.  The venerable sage treated them to a special lunch and they said their goodbyes.

Lonely

Natasha  infrequently emerged from her private residence at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Many were deeply concerned about her isolation and seclusion.  Most thought that she was possibly a widow and enduring her year of mourning.  She didn’t want their pity.  Only the Face of Everyman knew her terrible secret: binge streaming complete seasons of her favorite PBS series.

Courier

The message to the venerable sage from his Broker was so important that it was delivered by Courier.  It read,”Sell your widget stock now!”  By noon the Face of Everyman felt so prosperous that he ordered a plate of Cucumber sandwiches prepared by the kitchen staff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  They were wickedly good.