Big Boy
Koi?
the Face of Everyman awoke in alarm to a rare sight: a raccoon foraging in daylight. In a brazen attack on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; what could be said of Robbie’s sense of sportsmanship? As always there was no Koi.
Thirsty
Low tide in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa coincided with Sunrise thus a perfect time for a drink. the Face of Everyman couldn’t imagine who would drink this putrid swill.
Curiosity
Somehow the old adage:”curiosity killed the cat.” leapt into the mind of the Face of Everyman on this scorcher of a night in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Sludge
Slowly the pumps lost pressure at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The once pristine waters filed with algae. the Face of Everyman began to notice a stench.
Bounty?
It was time to report the Pigeon census. Today, hopping to sway the free food quota the birds showed up in droves. Ultimately the Face of Everyman lost count. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would not receive the funding to continue the largesse that the birds counted upon.
Unsure
Wayne was ambivalent about mating this season. His spotty colors said it all. the Face of Everyman felt that was enough of a “red flag” to warn the ladies joining us here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Apples
Tourists?
The Ginger cat strode confidently thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wondered if she was the reason so few birds came to roost in this peak tourist season.
How?
Phebe made a nuisance of herself asking question of the Face of Everyman. “How big is big?”, was one of her favorites. At the end of the day nobody bothered to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
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