The invitation was to join the Tai Chi class yet somehow the Face of Everyman seemed threatened by the Shifu. Of course guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed all the distractions possible during this time of the pandemic. The venerable sage asked if he could just audit the class for the first few weeks.
To make ends meet Rocky, the tailless boar, had taken the job as school crossing guard for the Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Thru an administrative mix up the Face of Everyman had left Rocky’s name off of the approved entry list. Klaxons blared. Security forces responded. A scuffle ensued. AI recognition sounded recall. There was a brief apology. Old veterans should be treated more kindly.
It has been years since Indiana Jones has allowed himself to be caught on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security cameras. the Face of Everyman believed that Indie has a secret cloaking device similar to Everyman’s own invention. How else has he evaded the Coyotes all these years? When asked, Indie just smiles and turns away.
Archimedes personally stopped to thank the Face of Everyman for serving a superior brand of suet. Things were looking up around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Elizabeth was back to protest the opening of the Montetorkie School for full-time students of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She wanted her stimulus check as well. the Face of Everyman tried to assure her that there was no check and that management would continue to with hold her payroll taxes. A Long Island Iced Tea might soothe her rage.
Producers creating a commercial ad for an online dating service asked to film at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The casting call resulted in throngs of starving actors. The Sun was setting by the time the Face of Everyman could organize the auditions. Maybe they could film a few scenes tomorrow. The venerable sage was glad he hadn’t passed out Swag Bags.
Panther knew she was having a bad day when the Tsunami warning system was tested on the very moment she had the courage to trespass into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She froze, then relaxed a bit when the Face of Everyman acknowledged her presence. She left the grounds without the trophy songbird she had come for.
For years Wesley had heard rumors of a stone idol worshiped by the songbirds known as the Face of Everyman and incidentally the general manager of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Could this be him? What proof could he take back to civilization to confirm his dangerous exploit? Alas, who would believe him?
The Crow parents left little Whippersnapper in the care of the Face of Everyman; assuring him that they would be right back. That was two days ago. Had they just forgotten that their little fledgling was waiting and hungry. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa mounted rescue team was organized and sent out to search for the deceitful parents.
There was a minor dust up at the Food Bank this morning as the Crow Family, new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, bullied their way to the head of the line. Few songbirds protested; leaving it to the Face of Everyman to sort out. To assuage the crowd; everyone got an extra ration of peanut butter.
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