the Face of Everyman once again dreamed of having the best synchronized swimmers. A team that could go all the way to State. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed more PR. Rocky as seen above needed lots of practice.
Somebody yelled “Shark!” and Basil shot straight up out of the water. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Sap had an excellent record of zero shark attacks in the past ten years; but with climate change and all one never knew. the Face of Everyman called for calm.
Seasonal births were just around the corner in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This expectant Mother has come to test out baby names on the venerable sage. Poor old the Face of Everyman he’s never had an opinion one way or another. He found each name equally nice. Mothers left with so many unanswered questions.
On open mic night Leroy tried out his best material and yet still bombed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa first ever comic night. the Face of Everyman noted that some of his own best jokes barely received a polite chuckle.
Tempers ran short when the cookies ran short. Each said the other had had the last one. Normally the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa buffet table didn’t serve desserts. Somehow today was different. the Face of Everyman would look into this lapse in judgement.
Beatrice was glad to be back at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The heated waters were welcome on her chilled body. the Face of Everyman recommended a few minutes in the steam spa.
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the face of Everyman continued to suffer the indignities of water splashed in his face. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa resigned himself to his fate. Some guests were compulsive bathers.
Little Toby added the only color to the otherwise drab Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was looking forward to the Spring migration of colorful birds.
The Crows blamed each other for missing out on the breakfast buffet served mornings at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman noted that orts were not good enough for this regal bird.
Every night before the big lottery drawing young Pierpont would stroke the chin of the venerable sage. the Face of Everyman had no idea how he became a talisman for this young rascal. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s gaming laws needed a review.