Dawn broke clear and quiet over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Last night’s thunder and lightning were just memories. the Face of Everyman recalled the days of his youth on the flanks of Mt Mazama. In those days there was plenty of lightning and lava; enough for everybody.
Not Our Cat was in the news again; he had broken his parole and was hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had warned him of the consequences: solitary confinement.
The myth of freshwater pearls was too powerful for even the most honest of residents. Seen above a guest hopes to score big if their search proves fruitful. the Face of Everyman frequently dismissed any rumor of riches to be found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
All thoughts of a nap evaporated as the Face of Everyman saw pesky Lester approach. Somewhere in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was this child’s mother. Where?
It was a moment of pure revulsion as a small Slug crawled across the Face of Everyman. He instantly regretted his No Pesticide policy for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Cassandra had asked for a feeder; but the Face of Everyman said that there was no money in the budget. He suggested a Go Fund Me page targeting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa constituency.
Sonya practiced her Artistic swimming routine in hopes for the Olympic tryouts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman judged she would be ready for the next Summer Olympics.
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