Chucky confronted the Face of Everyman about the onerous co-pay on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dental Plan. “C’s” orthodontic appliances needed adjustment every two weeks. As the sole wage earner of a family of six he often had to forage an extra shift just to keep his head above water. Was there any way for him to get ahead? Next, the girls will want Contacts. https://tinyurl.com/o736l9w
March Festival
Sparky kept a wary eye out on the suspicious looking Gnome waving from the cabana huts while he was trying to eat his lunch before the pushy bumptious pigeons showed up. “S” was unaware that about this time of year the Face of Everyman invited all imaginary little people to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Within days, Gnomes, Pixies, Elfs, Leprechauns, and perhaps a few well behaved Trolls would appear for Everyman’s traditional no-host bar and the free feast of imaginary national foods.
Recruits
The Breakfast Kit posted a few flyers around the statuary and memorials of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; hopefully to encourage lonely pigeons to try out for membership in their group. Flyers were effusive; bountiful food and plenty of cover from raptors, friendly rodents. Two new pigeons, seen above, are trying out for a newly created vacancy. the Face of Everyman remained mute as he is often wont to do.
Taste Tests
The kindly ol’ pensioner often served a fine blend of Iowa hybrid corn and shelled Georgia peanuts to the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wanted to upstage his host and benefactor. An order of New Mexico Blue Maize with Hatch Chile pepper was enroute; meant purely as a demonstration of taste preferences.
Sinkhole
Jasper approached the sinkhole cautiously. Heavy winter rains from an atmospheric river had changed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “J” suggested to Everyman that maybe the Cabana huts should be moved. “E” agreed and moved they would be as soon as the FBR and S winter Olympics Ice Hockey team left for South Korea.
Mediation
At long last the Face of Everyman had agreed to mediate disputes between the pigeons and the squirrels. A new sense of peace embraced the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Simply put: Nuts and dried fruit were for the squirrels while millet seed and cracked corn were for the pigeons. Deer, small birds and mice were not covered under this hastily ratified treaty.
Tag
Mullard was enjoying the warm waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He shared the bright morning sunlight with the Face of Everyman but such pleasures were not to last. Cheeky, the squirrel, wanted to play tag. For some inexplicable and ungodly reason Mullard was it. For now “M” sought refuge on a nearby chimney top.
Squirrel Cage
Cheeky thought the Face of Everyman was his secret Santa. He whispered in the ear of the venerable sage the laundry list of his desires to find under the tree on Christmas morning. First off, a squirrel cage exercise unit. The one at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Fitness Center was too small and squeaked. Next, no more Macadamia nuts in the stockings unless they were shelled. Next, . . .
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