Please, Mom . . .

Rocky, Jr. pleaded with his Mom.  He didn’t want to go home.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the best garbage cans and the freshest water for miles around.  Mom wasn’t hearing any excuses.  She was afraid that the Face of Everyman would give Junior some uppity ideas about earning a living and paying taxes.

Play Dates

Edna stopped by to ask if it would be okay to bring her new Fawn to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for play dates with the other new Mothers with Fawns.    the Face of Everyman considered the request and then asked that she made sure everyone looked where they stepped; little songbirds might be under foot.


the Face of Everyman thought perhaps these two were Guardian Angels coming to help an ailing member of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  But no, it turns out that the Venerable Sage himself was under audit by the IRS.  He just had time to hide the 2nd set of books.


The munificence of the kindly ol’ pensioner had negative results.  His largesse could not be consumed by all the songbirds, crows and squirrels the visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.   Thus to the horror of the Face of Everyman a rat would visit in the dark of night and feast upon the fermenting grains and dry dusty seeds.  The venerable sage would have to come up with a solution as to how to eliminate this unconsumed bounty before there became an infestation of Biblical proportions.

April Fools

the Face of Everyman assured Randy that the water flowing from the Spring of Perpetual Happiness tasted like Honeysuckle Nectar.  Randy drank some and immediately realized that he was the butt of an April Fool’s joke.  The venerable sage used that gag every year.

Hungry Crows

That nice couple, Posie and Milo, who booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa last week started to show their true colors.  They morphed into Bonnie and Clyde; one of them accused the Face of Everyman of being in cahoots with the kindly ol’ pensioner and not putting out enough seed and grain.  The venerable sage took the harangue in stride and suggested that they look for orts in the neighborhood or check out the alley behind the pet store in the village.  Sweepings often contained sunflower seeds and exotic grains.

Fire Bird

the Face of Everyman had accidentally invoked Aithne the demonic Fire Bird.  How was he to dismiss this cacodemonic spirit before the entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was toast?  His “best shot” was to utter the invocation in reverse.  It worked.  The venerable sage took an early lunch; he was shaken and felt exhausted.