Outer perimeter sensors detected a behemoth intruding the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Headquarters assigned an identifier of Trash Dog I. At 4:26 AM Code Red shelter in place was set in motion. In the morning the kindly old pensioner picked up the half-dozen cat food cans this monster had licked clean, then scattered. the Face of Everyman was asked to determine the legality of his dog tags.
Tinkering
The new speed marks designed in the secret Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wind tunnel proved to add to Bobby’s speed and agility in every sport. the Face of Everyman was assured a Nobel Prize.
Surf Issue
The photo shoot was scheduled for early morning at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The photographer and crew from Sports Illustrated were shooting swim suit models for the Fall Surf edition. the Face of Everyman enjoyed being part of the action and attention except that the constant spray in his face was annoying. His widely recognized photogenic smile slowly turned to thin lips and clenched teeth.
Jump Rope
In a secret laboratory deep below the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had been perfecting his virtual jump rope. Mary Jane was chosen to demonstrate the long awaited device. Next on the drawing board was one for skipping rope including audio for ten catchy counting rhymes; all of them classics.
Carnations
Barclay stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to show the Face of Everyman the beginnings of his new antlers. The venerable sage would have been more impressed if the smart alecky Freshmen friends he had brought along, Alistaire and Gaines, weren’t sampling the award winning Carnations.
Escapee
Dante was a quick study. Look how easily he had escaped the captivity of the pet store. Now he found himself on his own at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As his stomach rumbled he wondered where his next meal was coming from. And when. the Face of Everyman was awakened by that all too familiar sound. He briefed the new fugitive on when the kindly ol’ pensioner stocked the feeding box. If he was really hungry; week old soggy movie pop corn could be found between the pavers. The venerable sage extended the welcome and told the newcomer were the best temporary roosting could be found.
Orts
Hermione was always finding fault with Wycliffe. Today it was orts on his vest. This odd couple obviously planned on nesting somewhere close by in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Poor the Face of Everyman her tirades were raucous and could drown out a buzz saw. Maybe one of them would be called up for National Guard emergency duty.
Dumpster Diver
Lansing was hungry; he looked everywhere. Two days on half rations of dreck wasn’t enough to keep any active bird alive. Guests of the Foggy Bottoms and Spa were leaving in droves. the Face of Everyman had made his case with the kindly ol’ pensioner, imploring for the return of full rations of premium grains and seed. Delivery by drone of the “good stuff” was due any minute.
Service Animal
the Face of Everyman tried to explain to Scrappy that he was unsuitable for the job. The Ad on Craig’s List was for a Service Animal that would remain in the grand lobby of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and provide comfort to those guests in distress. The venerable sage pointed out that, by the cut of his jib, he was best at catching rats, mice and gophers. This job would go to someone more docile; perhaps a Lab or a Golden Retriever. Scrappy went home and put his collar on in order to look more respectable for his next job interview. Luckily all his shots were up to date.
Kite
It was Jimmy’s turn to be the Kite. Light butcher’s twine from the award winning kitchen of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was tied to his legs. A good length was played out then he swooped and soared. the Face of Everyman recalled his early days of competition kite flying. In his own mind he introduced the sport to the folks at Weifang, China.
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