Mom with three of her five Kits caught on camera as they scurry to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Foreign Press has started to label her: “The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe” after the early English nursery rhyme. She is seldom seen with all five kits in tow. the Face of Everyman has scolded her about exercising more parental control. Easy for him to say.
Mom has upset the eco-balance at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This morning she set out with all five of her Kits on a sort of meet and greet tour. At this stop Madalynn got to meet the Face of Everyman as well as wash up a bit. Not seen are: Harold, Cletus, Sophie and Yvon. The kindly ol’ pensioner can be sure that the new family will be back; almost nightly. Mom has till September to teach them everything they’ll need to know as adults.
the Face of Everyman regretted that he hadn’t given that nice Calendar Watch to young Darcy for graduation. Here he was in broad daylight foraging around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa well past his bedtime. It was only 4 books of S&H Green Stamps™ down at the village store and his dear Mom had left him scads of full books when she passed.
Dawn came and Ronnie was still trying to tell the Face of Everyman how life was so unfair. There was less and less good garbage to be had in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa or the near by village. First it was Disposals, then composters, then locking lids on curbside cans. Dumpster Diving just isn’t what it was like in the old days. Ronnie could remember stories his grandfather used to tell of knocking over garbage cans in town and strewing the fermenting mess up and down the alleyways. The venerable sage could only nod; all the while computing Pi to the Nth decimal in his head to help relieve his boredom.
Rocky, Jr. pleaded with his Mom. He didn’t want to go home. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the best garbage cans and the freshest water for miles around. Mom wasn’t hearing any excuses. She was afraid that the Face of Everyman would give Junior some uppity ideas about earning a living and paying taxes.
Uncle Louie was a renown Crawdad Caller. The family sought out his unique skills to prove once and for all the question of crawdads in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Unca’ Louie would start with a low moan and work up to a piercing shriek. Supposedly this would cause any fresh water crayfish to rise to the surface for an easy harvest. About then the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. If they’d only asked, he could have told them.