Bernie had been on a TV Game Show and won a weeks stay at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The peace and serenity of the vast resort was not a good fit for a hyper-active patron such as Bernie. On Monday the Face of Everyman contacted the producers and suggested that Hummingbirds, because of their unique nature, be eligible for more active vacation locations such as Demolition Derby Camp or Bull Running Fiestas.
Eggnog
The Holiday season of Good Cheer seemed everywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so much so that the Face of Everyman lost track of how much Eggnog he was serving his guests. He was dismayed to see that little Elvis had been licking the swizzle sticks. Even that small amount was more than a youngster’s stomach could handle. The venerable sage asked his Mom to take him home while he could still walk.
Yellow Rumped
Old Butter Butt had hoped to return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa quietly, without notice; incognito if you will. But that tell tale patch of bright yellow was a dead give away. the Face of Everyman knew that no subterfuge would ever work.
Quiet Time
It was a slow news day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. High winds and heavy rain had cancelled most events on the Face of Everyman’s busy calendar. There was hope for more action tomorrow.
Cliff Diving
Nyjah was practicing his cliff diving skills. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t offer the high cliffs he would encounter in Acapulco but first he must master his form. Today the Face of Everyman assured him that he was ready. After all the tourist season was almost in full swing and there was big money to be made retrieving small coins tossed into the waters as the incentive to cheat death.
Mote
the Face of Everyman was reluctant to ask favors of anyone especially of Johnny Dark-eyes. Lately in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa high winds were frequent and a mote of dust had landed in the eye of the venerable sage. Removing the spec might seem a simple enough task but Johnny would likely seek repayment ten times over. Dang! Double Dang!
Dance
the Face of Everyman watched in awe as Astrid and Montoya began a ritualized mating dance. Such cultural cross-over displays were uncommon outside of the magical kingdom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage planned on presenting a paper at the next Audubon Society convention revealing instances of bird like behavior in small rodents.
Hacked
Rogue hackers from some distant Republic-Stan managed to force their way into the vast data base of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps the image is only meant to embarrass the kindly ol’ pensioner, but he is oblivious to such attempts. Blame for the lack of digital security fell squarely on the Face of Everyman. His Golden Handshake seemed further away with each such incident.
Pastimes
Fillmore had been skipping stones across the water all morning. He tired of this activity. the Face of Everyman, now safe from the hazard of flying rocks, suggested that he burst bubbles until lunch was served. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has an almost infinite number of such simple pastimes available to guests.
Veteran
“Mad Dog” Carter was the remaining survivor of the Battle of Cucamonga Peak. Even tho’ he was old and had but one leg, he made it to this last encampment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traditional magnum of Champagne had been held in safe keeping by the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage had been tempted a time or two to uncork the bottle but thought better of it; after all he had the integrity of a Rothschild.
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