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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.

Tryouts for the Summer Olympics has began in earnest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen below are two young athletes competing in women’s cross-country racing.  the Face of Everyman was offering evening classes in Japanese etiquette, simple language phrases and saki tasting. 

Rodney found nest building a trying task.  The couple had chosen the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the schools and recreational activities but everything he brought home Charlotte would toss aside.  the Face of Everyman chose to remain mute on the laundry list of readily available items: string, twigs, grasses, moss, . . .   Poor Rodney he was picking up brightly colored stones and shells.

As soon as the delivery drone left, Rocky came waltzing out of the lush jungle growth in search of a free meal.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t have a homeless problem, per se, but it did have a free loader problem.  Deer, raccoons, squirrels and pidgeons drained every resource.  the Face of Everyman was skilled in creative accounting, but the annual audit would surely expose the truth.  There were no quarterly earnings.  Never had been, except on paper.

the Face of Everyman was disappointed.  His security system designed to alert the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa failed the facial recognition test on this intruder.  The super computer went into stack overflow and endless loop conditions without identifying the presence of a Cat.  This image would under go close scrutiny.  From now on facial recognition would mean both ends of the prowler.

Marceau struck a different pose every few minutes.  A Mime contest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was open for auditions.  the Face of Everyman was to guess each pose.  Alas, he failed on this one: A disgruntled dockworker ready to take on the ruthless heavy handed straw boss.  Marceau found no end of eclectic poses. He kept his day job.

Bucko Billy, the First Mate on the Hell Ship Marie Laveau, had been asked by others to put forward their complaint about the drek being served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Despite having only one leg, Billy could put forth a forceful argument.  the face of Everyman tried not to show fear as he logged on to Amazon Prime to double his order for fresh seed and fruit.

The quarantine of guests and residents of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed to be working.  the Face of Everyman was now free to worry about the next crisis: sunburn.  He hoped that SPF-50 was good enough, even at these high latitudes, to prevent burns, ageing and exfoliation.  Paradoxically, a deeply chiseled face needs a smooth complexion.

Barney had waited to shop at the Mom & Pop store for a time when fewer folks would be present and offer the spread of contagious respiratory diseases.  His timing was bad.  Stores along the arcade entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were all closed to observe Super Tuesday.  “What kind of holiday is that?” he asked rhetorically.  the Face of Everyman remained mute.  He was experiencing his own problems.  His 401K had tanked.

Agnes had been loitering around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  None of the eligible males she had been corresponding with seemed to have shown up for Spring rituals.  the Face of Everyman was loathed to interfere but he couldn’t help but suggest she try the marshes and water holes over by the municipal golf course. The guys were known to play a couple of rounds before reluctantly starting a family.