Affectionately known as the Little Impaler Timothy often woke up on the wrong side of the bed. the Face of Everyman employed soothing words and song to calm this tormented youngster. The guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seldom noticed the aggression he took out on the falling water.
Wide Berth
Once again a wild predator had evaded the alarm sensors protecting the good folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Lucy (AKA Panther) appears to be giving the Face of Everyman a wide berth to lessen any animus. She is a known felon. Even Interpol has began a dossier on her.
Impasse
Toqui wasn’t sure of the protocol in this situation. Did Robins have a greater right to enter the water first? Or did age and gender have a place in the decision? Sometimes the Face of Everyman pretended not to notice what went on in the lives of those who were guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As a sort of polite stand off ensued the venerable sage attempted to review in his mind every newspaper column written by Miss Manners. Alas, no response to “Dear Gentle Reader” seemed to fit this stalemate.
Bull Running
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.
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