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Even at two in the morning Rocky was sure he could smell Koi in the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman was reluctant to mention that carp was a traditional Spring meal; highly regarded by basalt carvings.

Folks in the Witness Protection Program always kept their backs to the security cameras.  They seldom left their roosts to enjoy the Spring-like weather at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Some chaffed at the good life and often asked the Face of Everyman if there was word on when they might be able to leave.  Playing it straight wasn’t for them.

Cranston had heard about drive thru testing and that kits were being shipped at warp speed.  Surely by now the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had received even a token delivery.  To his chagrin, the Face of Everyman had to explain that living off the grid had it’s limitations.

Johnny Dark Eyes was up to his old tricks.  He was now offering testing for Avian Flu as well as Beak Sanitizer.  Normally concessionaires weren’t allowed to conduct business in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but an exception under The War Powers Act made provisions for sketchy businesses.  the Face of Everyman wondered where his own next fortune was coming from.

Lily was punctilious in her morning ablutions.  In the background are the slovenly pigeons; interested in only eating.  the Face of Everyman made a mental note to increase the quarterly budget of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bird feed line to ensure high quality suet blocks would be a matter of course.  Tho’ noisy, Flickers were solid citizens. 

Panther managed to use a Foreign Correspondent Guest Pass to gain entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman saw thru this ruse and had her evicted by security.  Amazon Prime still listed the Cat collar with bell on back order from the Ukraine.  After three months the venerable sage was about to ask for his money back.

On the 2nd Sunday of each month the Face of Everyman turned his collar around and listened to those who wanted to confess their sins.  To sin in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is difficult, if not impossible, but the venerable sage is willing to listen

Percy had faced the Gorgon before and was unafraid.  Few demons lived in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but this one was terrifying.  A glance could turn you to stone.  This made the Face of Everyman ideally suited to control this monster.  After all, cold, hard basalt is pretty much stone personified.  Percy felt victorious; no matter.

A shy creature approached the Face of Everyman asking directions to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Free Clinic.  It was in among the shops on the arcade but the venerable sage was quick to point out that the test kits had not arrived.  Perhaps a short trip North to Canada would be best; there were reportedly no lines at Maple Leaf Clinics.

At first the Face of Everyman thought that the chunk of suet was a gift from the head of the Crow Clan.  Alas, his forehead was but a resting place for the moment.  The venerable sage started “gunny sacking” these perceived slights.  Crows soak their food in the beneficial waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The kindly ol’ pensioner wasn’t sure that wet suet tasted any better than dry.  But shucks, Crows are some of the smartest birds.