Bosworth knew that as soon as he’d gained the prominence of the high office of Bailiff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa some young punk would come along and try to unseat him. the Face of Everyman kept a tally; rarely did any of them last a week. After all, the perch was precarious and pay abysmal.
A rare phenomenon illustrates how cold it at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It is so cold that the Towhee slipped on thin air. the Face of Everyman tried to calculate the odds of this event being caught on camera. The American Robin and White-crowned Sparrow are eye witnesses and think of it as a spiritual event. A sign perhaps.
Ellison knew that he had but a few precious moments to spare if he had any hope in resuscitating the Face of Everyman. Using techniques that he had learned in Boy Scout Troop 108 of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he hoped to breath life back into the venerable sage. Ellison watched closely. At last there was a flickering eye lid followed by a wheeze and a cough. Once again the 4.5 billion year old artfully carved chunk of basalt had escaped the jaws of death.
Little Timmy forgot the rules about running along the promenade at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above he slips and falls face first into the pristine waters. the Face of Everyman had long ago given up trying to correct the behavior of these fledglings. Of course, Timmy’s parents were nowhere to been seen.
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.