Surf Issue

The photo shoot was scheduled for early morning at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The photographer and crew from Sports Illustrated were shooting swim suit models for the Fall Surf edition.  the Face of Everyman enjoyed being part of the action and attention except that the constant spray in his face was annoying.  His widely recognized photogenic smile slowly turned to thin lips and clenched teeth.

Jump Rope

In a secret laboratory deep below the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had been perfecting his virtual jump rope.  Mary Jane was chosen to demonstrate the long awaited device.  Next on the drawing board was one for skipping rope including audio for ten catchy counting rhymes; all of them classics.


Dante was a quick study.  Look how easily he had escaped the captivity of the pet store.  Now he found himself on his own at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  As his stomach rumbled he wondered where his next meal was coming from.  And when.  the Face of Everyman was awakened by that all too familiar sound.  He briefed the new fugitive on when the kindly ol’ pensioner stocked the feeding box.  If he was really hungry; week old soggy movie pop corn could be found between the pavers.  The venerable sage  extended the welcome and told the newcomer were the best temporary roosting could be found.


Hermione was always finding fault with Wycliffe.  Today it was orts on his vest.  This odd couple obviously planned on nesting somewhere close by in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Poor the Face of Everyman her tirades were raucous and could drown out a buzz saw.  Maybe one of them would be called up for National Guard emergency duty.

Dumpster Diver


Lansing was hungry; he looked everywhere.  Two days on half rations of dreck wasn’t enough to keep any active bird alive.  Guests of the Foggy Bottoms and Spa were leaving in droves.  the Face of Everyman had made his case with the kindly ol’ pensioner, imploring for the return of full rations of premium grains and seed.  Delivery by drone of the “good stuff” was due any minute.

Service Animal

the Face of Everyman tried to explain to Scrappy that he was unsuitable for the job.  The Ad on Craig’s List was for a Service Animal that would remain in the grand lobby of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and provide comfort to those guests in distress.  The venerable sage pointed out that, by the cut of his jib, he was best at catching rats, mice and gophers.  This job would go to someone more docile; perhaps a Lab or a Golden Retriever.  Scrappy went home and put his collar on in order to look more respectable for his next job interview.  Luckily all his shots were up to date.