Pogo remains a popular guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wished that there were more like him. He cleaned up the rain-soaked seed and other flotsam and jetsam.
Flotsam and Jetsam
Persona non grata
The venerable sage, the Face of Everyman caught Not-Our-Cat hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He immediately was determined to be persona non grata.
Natacha stopped by to check her mail before the big storm. the Face of Everyman tried to engage her in conversation about the coming ballet at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, but she reminded him that she had retired from dancing.
Gasp
On lookers gasped in horror as Cooper narrowly misses colliding with the security camera in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman submitted a work order to have the emergency beacon light replaced. ASAP!
Soup?
Henretta swore that she could smell Split Pea Soup. In reality it was a failed experiment; one of many that the Face of Everyman conducted in his secret laboratory. The venerable sage hurriedly concocted a series of lies to explain away the delicious smell. He asked the chef to add the soup to today’s special in the diner of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Loving Cup
By a stroke of luck Masterson won the French Fry eating contest held annually at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman reluctantly surrendered the perpetual trophy: a silver loving cup. Now his whole home decor was ruined.
Water Ballet
the Face of Everyman was among the first to introduce water ballet into the book of the Nutcracker Suite. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was aptly suited for this element.
Charade
Cranston stood guard over this treasure trove of salty French Fries as he awaited the others of the clan to come share. From time-to-time French Fries seemed to grow in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman enjoyed watching this charade play out.
White?
Once again, the Face of Everyman was reminded of his failures in genetics. Beneath the surface of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in his secret underground lab. where he attempted to create a truly white pigeon. Now, the whole world could see his failure.
Camp Robber
Marshall was sure he could smell something delicious here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Had the chef thrown out a turkey bone for the crows? the Face of Everyman had forgot to mask the smell of the holiday meal leftovers. A lesson for next time.
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