Lily and Lester cherry picked their way thru a select offering of the breakfast buffet at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Snow is forecast within the next 24 hours; so good nutrition is a must. the Face of Everyman had made certain that only the best was provided. He wished that others had been as thoughtful when he was growing up. C’est la vie.
The stand off seemed to last for hours. One morsel of corn remained. Which one of the denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would achieve victory by making the first move. the Face of Everyman attempted to intercede on behalf of the Crow by suggesting that the Deer seek natural browse. She did after she swooped down and licked up the morsel. The Crow vowed to return after the evening movie for the spilled pop corn.
the Face of Everyman has carelessly tossed a batch of crinkle fries from his secret test kitchen. Crows warily approach. Never before have fries appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa list of flotsam & jetsam. Hazmat crews were dispatched to clean up the “spill”.
Under new guide lines renewals of expired Passports required personal interviews. The Immigration Officer bombarded the Face of Everyman with a myriad of questions. The venerable sage tried to explain that he had come south to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the last Ice Age. Surely ten thousand years or more qualified him under DACA. “Aren’t we all dreamers?” The ancient one asked. Passport renewed . . .
The Corvus family had won the contract to clean up after the late night movie at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen below is Papa Corvus offering the Face of Everyman some choice fluffy tidbits of pop corn. The venerable sage declined as it was time for his health tonic: Benedictine D.O.M. To be sure Everyman held to an uncompromisingly strict dietary regimen.
Once again the Face of Everyman had been late submitting his quarterly reports to Foggy Bottoms Corporate. When his financials started showing creative accounting they sent a rather stern Bean Counter to discuss the matter. The venerable sage would not be given a second chance. “Shape up, or ship out.” Was his parting comment.
Danaans offered a gift to the Face of Everyman. As their conversation continued on into late morning, it became obvious that in exchange, the venerable sage was to hand over the valuable contract to supply Pop Corn and French Fries to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa evening movie goers. Everyman could smell a bribe a mile away.