the Face of Everyman continued his search for someone, any one, who could lower the flood waters caused by incessant rains. A “Grand Master” showed up but it turned out his forte’ was the ancient Chinese strategy game GO. The folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa continued to wring their hands. There was talk of building an ark.
Hydraulic engineers were called in to resolve the flooding at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wondered where they had got their training. All they did was spill hot buttered popcorn around and mutter how they’d never seen such a mess. They left without so much as a fare thee well.
By turning his back on a potential adversary Cheeky was signaling to Mr Crow that he would get no fight out of him. Except for aggressive pigeons there was seldom a squabble for food at the bountiful Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was working to develop a set therapies to reduce aggression; but his tests failed repeatedly.
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 . . .