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Grace felt the presence of her Guardian Angel; but she couldn’t tell which error in judgement she was about to commit.  the Face of Everyman who chronicles most events occurring in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa watched this scene play out.  The venerable sage knew that this young songbird’s life would be ruined if she turned and smiled at Mullard, the town drunk, seldom sober and who subsists by doing the odd job in the nearby village.

The Clerk of The High Court reminded Momma that the next session begins on the First Monday in October.  Even the Face of Everyman, no matter how well connected, could not change that date.  Her eviction was a matter of law.  She and her Kits were welcome to visit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but she could not take up residency.  Large mammals were expressly prohibited from nesting within the boundaries of this magical place.  The venerable sage agreed to forward her mail and have someone pick up the newspapers and pizza fliers.

News of the pending eviction came sharply on the heels of the loss of a family member.  the Face of Everyman tried patiently to explain that Momma’s nest was outside of the magical reserve of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and therefore he was powerless to intervene.  The venerable sage had even asked Alan Dershowitz to review the case as a personal favor.  The ruling was clear: Mom and the Kits had to move.

On registration day at the Montetorkie school Dad was forced to make the decision to put young Albert into the Special-Ed classes and see how well he integrated.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had world renown teachers and few problems were expected.  Despite vehement protests by the Face of Everyman the School Board demanded that Albert’s mating colors be inked out for the time being.  The venerable sage knew the heartbreak of being different.

As if from a Biblical parable the Ungrateful Five have increased in number.  As a rule, these unwanted guests to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa took the low hanging fruit leaving the hardscrabble life to the songbirds.  Characteristically the Face of Everyman took a philosophical position on the unfairness of it all.

The Yellow Bus bound for the Sanctuary City had a flat tire just beyond the boundary of the real world and the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Bolivar stepped down to follow the magical sound of wind chimes.  At last he encountered the Face of Everyman.  The venerable sage immediately saw this traveler’s plight and offered the stranger a lite lunch w/choice of beverage, medical attention and the use of one of his AirBnB units.

Bosworth had been asked by the Face of Everyman to rotate him slowly thruout the day as he was trying to achieve an even tan.  Inasmuch as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a magical place; such things as the arc of the Sun can be irregular.  Sun dials can off by as much as several hours.  Bosworth soon tired of his labors and left the venerable sage a little cattywampus.

Young Alister knew that this wouldn’t be a fair fight; but, his one advantage over these four bullies was that he had taken martial arts classes every Saturday morning in the park.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered a variety of classes.  Some for health as well as defense, such as Tai Chi and of course water aerobics lead by the Face of Everyman.