The Tsunami warning siren served only to scare the bejabbers out of everybody in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman regretted ever ordering the thing.
Tsunami
King Tide
The King tide forced everybody, except the Face of Everyman, to higher ground. Few homes, in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were flooded. The venerable sage had to pump out his basement. He marked his calendar for the next one.
Novocaine
The dentist had cautioned Mullard to not eat or drink till the Novocaine had worn off. Poor Mullard he never took seriously what any Doctor said in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt sorry for birds as stupid as Mullard. For now, he couldn’t drink; would he bite his tongue next?
Terror
Bottoms Resort and Spa? He hoped that the Face of Everyman would reassure him that he was wrong. Not to worry.
Mistake?
He was back; the Face of Everyman’s own Frankenstein feeding in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage regretted ever trying to splice genes. It was a mistake.
Colorful
the Face of Everyman remarked that it was nice to see colorful guests. As city folks booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Disappointment
It’s hard to say who was the more disappointed: Boots or the Face of Everyman. The cat found no birds and the venerable sage awoke with ice on his face. It was a poor exfoliant. Carborundum was his first choice.
White Stuff
Camo?
The fertile mind of the Face of Everyman constantly designed new suits of feathers for the more decerning of those visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above is the latest in camo.
School
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