Cheeky was petrified. Could that have been the sheik of a raptor flying thru the dense canopy of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? He hoped that the Face of Everyman would reassure him that he was wrong. Not to worry.
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.
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.
Howard always wondered why folks thought snow was such a great idea. It was cold and you couldn’t hear a worm thru all that white stuff. Snow blanked the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and stifled comments by the Face of Everyman.
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.
Forever more Heathrow would tell his children how he walked everyday five miles to school and back in the blinding snow, uphill both ways. The Montetorkie school at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the holiday recess. the Face of Everyman scoffed: “They didn’t have recess in his day.”
Villagers expressed curiosity about the Opossum that frequented the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Sure, enough that relic from the age of Dinosaurs showed up on cue. the Face of Everyman and he had a lot in common. Age mostly.
A gang of marauding toughs cleared the pool of paying guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt helpless in these situations. Where was a Marvel Comic book hero when you needed them?
“Wait! Is that a raccoon coming? I’ll cut this short. Seeya’ next Friday, same time.” Cats, like Herman always liked to visit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and spend quality time with the Face of Everyman.