Johnny Dark Eyes was out of jail; once again. His visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was quick and sweet. He was here to say goodbye to his mom, if only the Face of Everyman could remember where she said to forward her mail.
Egleston posed for the photo, showing off his impressive rack. He knew there was little, if any, competition in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman purloined a copy for himself.
Could this be the famed Nincompoop he had heard so much about? the Face of Everyman wondered who would let their pet dog out at night to face the wily Coyote. This could become a tragedy in the land of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The lure of freshwater pearls was more than Hector could withstand. Despite posted warnings he searched for treasure. The myth had long ago been suppressed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman had sold his few on the black market.
While some of the Crow Clan said Grace others dived right in. the face of Everyman thought it shameful. The food was meant for the songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The Fall setting of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was one of forlorn males seeking love. the Face of Everyman wished they’d all go away. He needed his sleep.
Grace and Maude didn’t seem to mind the taste of molding birdseed. It offered a change from the dry grass found these days in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman looked forward to the Fall rains