Big Bird

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Exotics continued to book into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to open new roosts to provide for the Plus Sized guests. Luckily the venerable sage spoke enough Mandarin to answer the guests most pressing questions and dietary issues.

Floating

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Rodney had learned the secrets needed to float on his back in the shallow waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Olympic pool. His gleeful cries of joy awakened the Face of Everyman who failed to find anything to be gleeful about. The venerable sage was grumpy the rest of the day.

Barbershop Quartet

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the Face of Everyman needed some light, nostalgic entertainment for the early bird dinner crowd of seniors. He was willing to pay “scale” for a group who could sing in harmony and sound like a Barbershop Quartet. By the look on their faces, the venerable sage knew that this group Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa quests wasn’t ready for anything. Thank goodness he hadn’t yet bought the hats.

Proposals

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Love seemed everywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could barely keep from rolling his eyes. Daily he had to endure listening to awkward proposals. Here and there he would add to his journal a few choice words gleaned from his eaves dropping. Some were outlandish. A few stole from Shakespeare. Some idiotic. Much was pure tripe.

Embarrassment of Riches

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It seemed an Embarrassment of Riches to the venerable sage. A whole tribe of these exotic grosbeaks had returned to forage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman reported their presence on the Audubon hotline and wished them to have long lives and prosper.

Choir

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Openings in the Ladies Choir were rare and the coveted positions were eagerly sought. Above Esmeralda auditions, her voice coach below. the Face of Everyman was surprised at the quality and range of her song. He would look no further. Perhaps the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Ladies Choir could give those Salt Lake City folks a run for their money.

Chirp, Chirp

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the face of Everyman was never sure about some of the guests booking in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This guy self-identified as a male songbird but the venerable sage didn’t think much of his meager chirping. Alas, who was he to argue with paying guests.

Cracker Jack

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As the usual inducement to pose for wild life photos the kindle ol’ pensioner spread premium bird seed out for the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Penrod seemed over joyed at finding the Cracker Jack prize among the litter of sunflower seeds. the Face of Everyman fumed once again that his nap had been interrupted. “Drat!”

Katz

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It had been a day of cats the Face of Everyman noted in his journal. First Lucy aka Panther, in broad daylight; then Boots, then Hercules seen above. Who could blame them for hunting, even on the posted grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somehow they never seemed to be catching the ever multiplying rats. Not one. Were more drastic methods called for?