Rumors of a visit by honeymooning royalty demanded increased security at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Claymore was caught like a deer in the headlights when both cameras recorded his image. He had merely stopped to ask where would be a good place to stand to view their entrance. the Face of Everyman mumbled something; but the sirens were too loud to hear his response.
Boon
Rocky was unaware of a 2nd security camera protecting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It wouldn’t have mattered. He sought a boon from the Goddess Of Perpetual Succour recently renamed from the far less august title of Perpetual Hunger. These long Summer days meant that he couldn’t forage till after the ever later sunsets. Perhaps she could do something about making nightfall sooner. In return he would embellish her shrine with a chicken bone. The Goddess was unlikely to grant a favor on such a weak promise.
Spin The Sage
The rowdy trouble makers were out on parole. Their first stop was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Tonight’s choice of fun was Spin the Sage. By sunrise the Face of Everyman was totally disoriented. He closed his eyes and tried to hang on to any fixed object.
IR Camera
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa received a Federal Grant for state of the art security equipment. It was hastily erected and positioned. Security crews were not yet fully trained however it was pressed into service. the Face of Everyman was pleased that this camera took Infrared images and video. Similarly Rocky was happy that his night vision wasn’t diminished. Even the silhouette of a sinister Crow could not elude the sophisticated features of this IR camera. The FBR and S had never been safer.
Tanuki
Tanuki always stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on his way home from the village garbage dump. Rumors of the stocking of the pond were rampant. It was up to the Face of Everyman to quell such talk. Truth be known; April 1st was the date that the fish hatchery folks would drop off a bag of minnows.
Iris Scan
Once again, despite the grainy image, security forces were able to get a iris scan for a positive ID of Rocky searching the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Koi were safely in an aquarium behind the bar in the Lounge. the Face of Everyman seen peacefully sleeping, had made to it his goal that anyone with such unacceptable behavior was not allowed to enter. “R” would have to wait for Crawdad season to open on the first day of Spring.
Yada
Under the cover of dense fog Yada returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His addiction to cracked sweet corn had become unbearable. He vowed to sample only the smallest kernels. the Face of Everyman was powerless to intervene; for truly, this Raccoon had a monkey on his back.
Vegan
Yada had forsaken his old ways; no longer did he seek the famous Golden Koi thought to inhabit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. To the surprise of everyone, including the Face of Everyman, Yada was now reduced to subsisting on the leftover seeds meant for songbirds. The venerable sage knew this diet would not sustain the former omnivore. Yada’s friends staged an intervention and forced him to eat escargot for a week.
Midnight
Robby and Ricky were getting tired of waiting for the Ball to drop at Midnight. They took out their pent up energy making sport of the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is located on a remote peninsula along the Pacific Flyway. Thru the use of a special satellite link guests and locals witnessed the Times Square event in real time. The venerable sage was spared three hours of living hell.
Conduit
Rocky tried to schmooze it up with the Face of Everyman at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Christmas party. “R” thought that the venerable sage was a direct conduit to whoever gave out those wide screen TVs. Actually it was Everyman who was first on the list for that highly prized gift from Santa.
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