Dinner Date

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Bennie had waited weeks before asking Priscilla out on a date. What could be more perfect than Thanksgiving leftovers at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: seeds, nuts and fruit in bite sized portions lightly soaked in rain water? the Face of Everyman could tell that Priscilla was pleased. The venerable saga had a new fondness for rodents.

Parade

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Mullard was up early. the face of Everyman had promised that the Macy’s Day Parade would be aired on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Jumbotron. His favorite balloon was Snoopy.

Fly-by

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Sonny was bored. Fly-byes of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security cameras seemed like sport. the Face of Everyman tried not to duck with each fly over; no need to encourage such behavior.

Homeless

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the Face of Everyman thought it was shocking that so many homeless children were roaming the streets of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa at all hours of the day or night. What could be done?

Antlers

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Arnold was back for his weekly visit with the Face of Everyman. No where in the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was there an animal so insecure as Arnold. He sought reassurance that his antlers had grown. The venerable sage was reluctant to admit the truth: Major pieces had broken off and the poor boy had even less to be proud of this week.

Faux Fur

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Frederick was proud of his new faux ermine coat. It was the first of its kind in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was curious. “Why didn’t you get the one in mink?”

Hunting

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y Once again Lulu was on the hunt. She had left a warm hearth to search the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for field mice or any other playful meal. the Face of Everyman barely roused himself to acknowledge this frequent intruder.

Ice

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Is a thin film of ice developed on the placid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Henrietta felt less like performing her morning ablutions. Perhaps this afternoon before high tea. the Face of Everyman felt slightly jealous; all he could look forward to was Happy Hour.