Gusty Fall winds swept the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa causing most guests to hunker down. During this solitude the Face of Everyman entertained himself by using his mental powers of control. Seen above the venerable sage is writing his name in the dancing waters.
A slight shudder went thru the bones of the Face of Everyman. Johnny Dark Eyes had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. What could this career criminal be up to now? There would be many a sleepless night for the venerable sage until Johnny was apprehended.
It was always the same: the perp would try to look as innocent as possible. the Face of Everyman had compiled a dossier on this semi-feral house cat. The AKAs ran to two pages and that was only from those apprehensions in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end a plea deal was reached and the cat promised to return on Halloween for a one night stand howling in the light of the full moon. It would be scary indeed.
Big Guy had escaped several segments of the hunting season. But there were still periods of death that lay ahead: late archery season, Senior hunting, and the worst muzzle loading hunters. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had enough liability insurance to handle a 1,000 pound buck; but he would check with the home office. Meanwhile he’d light a candle and mutter a few incantations.
The Lucky Eleven met up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to pull off one last caper. That is, until the Face of Everyman said that the casino was closed until after the election. Undaunted they knocked over the credit union in the village and got enough for lunch.
Bellamy hoped that he hadn’t heard right. The Oracle of the Spring of Eternal Giving had pronounced that cold weather was on it’s way. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had always advertised that it was located in the heart of the banana belt of the Pacific Flyway. Some accepted that as a fact; given the location. But more than one Wild Canary had stopped by to say their good byes to the Face of Everyman. It might be a long Winter.
The security camera image is blurred but it is clear that there was a collision between two guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The EMTs attended to the victim who declined to press charges. the Face of Everyman offered his business card in the event that he might want to go to court and needed legal representation.
Harold was the first to be selected for duties as Flood Watch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Heavy rains were expected overnight and the Face of Everyman wanted a warning system in place before he retired for the night. More than once he had awoken sputtering as rising waters engulfed him.
Lonesome Joe stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to inquire if suitable mates had been seen in the region. the Face of Everyman had to confess that no females answering the description had been seen all summer. Smoke from forest fires must have caused them to nest far to the north. The venerable sage suggested that he return and check the results of the Audubon Christmas bird count. Figures would be posted by mid-January.
Wesley was a keen observer. He had spotted the rabbit almost the day that it had stepped from the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His report to the Face of Everyman was timely and terse. The venerable sage shared that: “That was Harvey, the white rabbit. He was assigned as a poll watcher and would be with them for the next two weeks.”
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