The flags were up yet Marlo felt the need to zoom about heralding the gale force winds and rain that would make this Halloween memorable. All of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be effected. the Face of Everyman was powerless to stop its destructive force.
The closer it got to Halloween, the jumpier the Face of Everyman became. Intuitively he knew that ghosts didn’t exist in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. But one never knew for sure.
This feral cat seemed destined to become the next Not-Our-Cat. His frequent appearance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa began to alarm the Face of Everyman.
Wally used his jaws of steel to dislodge the Face of Everyman, all to no avail. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa held his position.
Crestwell surprised himself, he was developing a liking for birdseed. Could there be more spots like this in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman couldn’t imagine a budget to support a herd of these big beasts.
Was it gale force winds or hooligan raccoons that upended the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Nevertheless, the security camera and the terra cota pond were tipped and the venerable sage plunged into the depths. Soon all was righted.
Identifying a bird correctly takes a certain skill set. This bird’s plumage is uncertain. Even the Face of Everyman had to ask. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa draw all sorts.
Johnny Dark Eyes was the first to notice that the pumps had stopped. the Face of Everyman immediately jumped into action. Engineers were called out, the vast lake was a signature of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
the Face of Everyman awoke in a start, not knowing which way was up. Those twin Raccoons had twirled him around and around. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no place for such hooligans.