It wasn’t until he started to slide backward that LeRoy realized that he was surrounded by thin ice. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had turned on the water heaters but they had failed to keep up with the temperature extremes. the face of Everyman was once again faced with an unbudgeted expense.
As a lark Smedley from Triple A had brought along his drinking buddies; Arley from Lonely Planet USA, and Robre from Michelin to inspect the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Each were shaking their heads as one discrepancy after another was discovered. Many were repeats from last year when the Face of Everyman had barely hung on to his two star rating. Somehow things always seemed to go from bad to worse.
Mullard had sent away for a correspondence course in ventriloquism. Seen above he is demonstrating his new found skills to the Face of Everyman. Most guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were too polite to point out that his lips were moving. The venerable sage sought words of encouragement rather than criticize. Ultimately Mullard asked for his money back.
The Barista was late. Nobody at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt like talking until they had had their morning coffee. Even the Face of Everyman appeared unresponsive.
Who would have thought that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Food Bank would be closed on a holiday. Cheeky, a Veteran himself, was looking forward to an extra jar of peanut butter. the Face of Everyman regretted not planning ahead. Guilt made him lay out a few cases of suet and seed from his private stock reserved for heads of state and royal visits.
Few birds thank the Face of Everyman for his efforts to give them a good diet. Max took the time to acknowledge an additional ration of suet hanging from the apple tree. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was trying during these difficult times.
Fearful Freddy was the butt of many jokes around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Yesterday some wag yelled “Shark” and poor Freddy jumped straight up. Even the Face of Everyman appeared amused.
Bors the Younger had spent all night nursing his wounds and poaching apples in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Broken antlers attested to his willingness to do combat; a full stomach meant he needed a safe place to ruminate and then sleep. the Face of Everyman suggested that a nearby glen of ferns might offer safety. Or not.
No sooner than the parsimonious rations for songbirds had been distributed than a huge deer swept in and ate what she could lick up. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had sought a federal subsidy for birdseed and suet blocks. Now with a new administration perhaps it was time to resubmit.
Hudson was excited. Schools were reopening soon and he could attend. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Montetorkie School had been extensively retrofitted with the latest in equipment to separate students and have adequate ventilation. the Face of Everyman could be justifiably proud of his stewardship of the best educational system along the Pacific Flyway.
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