Panther had been given a safe conduct pass to cross thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had explained to the Face of Everyman that she was on her way to the big city to demonstrate and march with others. The venerable sage extracted her promise to beg the kindly ol’ pensioner to reset his face to the camera. He was at a poor camera angle; one which lacked cinematic appeal to his fans.
Rukus
Management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa called in a Pinkerton Agent to look into last night’s ruckus. It seems that the Raccoons had broken in and once again bullied the Face of Everyman, twirling him around and around leaving him out of place and out of sorts. The venerable sage could offer no more than a vague description of the perps inasmuch as they all wore masks. Yet another cold case.
Fish and Chips
Oberon had just completed his MBA and was sharing ideas with the Face of Everyman about which enterprise he might be best suited. The guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had about everything they might want. The two minds briefly considered a Fish & Chips shop but then the fear of unruly Sea Gulls or Crows stealing the product nixed that idea. Oberon ended up being content with chasing his cousins up, down and around the stately trees on the vast grounds of the resort.
A Modest Gift
It was always a uncomfortable time for the Face of Everyman when the auditors descended on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage had used creative bookkeeping to make things look right, “all proper” as they say. But these guys were expert bean counters. No ledger was so artfully cross-indexed that they couldn’t spot the flaw. However, each left with a bottle of Old Crow Kentucky Bourbon; a modest gift from a grateful franchise manager.
Anxiety
the Face of Everyman was startled awake because of his re-occurring nightmare. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rarely visited by sea birds. Curiosity could be the only reason this enormous creature landed here. The venerable sage hoped that if he closed his eyes the monster would disappear. He promised himself that he would seek help for his PTSD. He couldn’t deal with this anxiety much longer.
Speed of Light
Early attempts by the Face of Everyman to accelerate an object to the speed of light showed promise. Seen above is his highly compensated lab assistant, Igor performing as a test subject. Telemetry data revealed that only Igor’s wing tips and beak neared the test objectives. The entire staff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa awaited the return of this brave avian pioneer.
Jumping Jacks
Arnold was in training for the Jack LaLane look alike contest to be held at Muscle Beach here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman agreed to count Arnold’s jumping jacks but gave up around one hundred thousand. There seemed no point in continuing.
Army Reunion
the Face of Everyman had thoughts of getting out of the catering business at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. For this Army Buddies reunion he had watered down the drinks and added more junk food to the serving line; but as soon as the brandy and cigars were passed out, the fights began. The venerable sage needed a better plan to prevent next year’s Donnybrook.
Sunscreen
The village newspaper reported that today’s noontime UV rating for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be One. Never-the-less Johnny Dark Eyes made sure that his beak was slathered in sunscreen; his preferred SPF 60, of course. the Face of Everyman tried not to smirk at this over abundance of caution.
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