The upheaval felt like a magnitude 7.7 on the Richter scale; a first for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The savage beast, tired of trolling, tore the Face of Everyman from his moorings in search of Crawdads or other morsels. Too deep in sleep, the venerable sage was unable to call on his special powers to ward off this attack. Dawn found him upside down and sputtering in the shallow water of the Kiddies pool.
Myrtle liked to practice her singing voice, which she skillfully punctuated with echos from the outlet flue of the Spring of Perpetual Giving. The guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remained respectfully quiet during these sessions. the Face of Everyman, on the other hand, could only stand so many choruses of “She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain.” The (yee-haw) and (whoa-back) echoes made him grit his teeth.
The annual Ugly Baby contest was getting off to a slow start at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was offering incentives to parents whose offspring might just qualify. One Dad was lured by such hucksterism. Seen above is Jasper. First contestant in this year’s contest. He just may win.
Big Guy dropped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to pay his respects to the Face of Everyman. Actually it was to show off his “velvet”. The venerable sage gave the usual complements and Big Guy mosied on; devouring every green morsel in sight.
A parade of charlatans worked the Pacific flyway; one appearing almost weekly at the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Each would want free time with the guests to bamboozle a few into buying something or other. This one claims to be the New Prophet. Little did he realize that the Face of Everyman had long reserved that title for himself.
The moment the spot light was on him Bobby forgot about stage fright and butterflies. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was about to witness a new voice. the Face of Everyman had spent weeks grooming this young singer; now the rest of the world could enjoy him as well.
Elizabeth returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to prepare her classroom for the up coming school year. Little Ms Henny Penny was her new teaching assistant. “Good Grief”, thought the Face of Everyman, “Let’s hope we don’t start hearing fake news that sky is falling”.
Protesters in the streets of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa demanded the return of the autocratic regime of the Face of Everyman. Night after night songbirds with torches and pitchforks paraded around the manor house until at last their demands were met. The kindle ol’ pensioner saw to it that the William Wallace Memorial Stone was relegated to yard art.
Bucko Billy, First mate of the hell ship Belle Epoque, leapt in fright as he perceived his demise in the maelstrom beneath him. This wasn’t the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he knew. Where was the Face of Everyman? Who would vouch for this hunk of granite some called the William Wallace Memorial Stone? Had his prosthetic leg arrived?
The wading was okay but there didn’t seem room to actually get down in the tub and bathe. Changes at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa weren’t always embraced. Management decided that they would give it another day or so; then call a board meeting. If the William Wallace Memorial Stone wasn’t attracting happy paying guests then maybe they would offer a signing bonus for the Face of Everyman to return.
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