Kilgore was keeping a sharp eye on the dark stranger who had taken up a position near the Fescues. He could be mistaken for a Crow. In the waning light the Face of Everyman couldn’t see him well enough. Strangers in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could mean trouble even if this was a magical kingdom.
Timmy, the Timid, took his cue from the startled expression on the Face of Everyman. Timmy had been diagnosed by the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Health Clinic as panophobic. But, somehow this seemed different. If the venerable sage was alarmed then perhaps Timmy better rethink swimming today and just shower in the locker room.
They started arriving at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa shortly before sundown. Normally the Face of Everyman could tolerate a few genuine Halloween scary types but he knew that he would be in trouble if he ran out of treats. Some would “shift” their appearance and come back for seconds. The venerable sage was reluctant to break into his private stock of Reese’s Peanut-butter Cups just to satisfy the cravings of a few spine-chilling mythical creatures.
It is that time of year when proud couples in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa celebrate the fledging of their second brood. Roscoe appears very proud while Theodora more stately. the Face of Everyman gave them their portfolio of four proofs. They could choose which pose to purchase. Next week he was shooting school class photos; an especially lucrative area of enterprise.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has been blanketed in smoke and haze from forest fires raging in an alternative universe. Seen above are two EMTs assigned to help the elderly and infirmed deal with the polluted air. the Face of Everyman had given out his last face mask; there was nothing else he could do but remind folks to stay in their nest till onshore winds improved air quality.