Little Choo-Choo came out to play at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Unfortunately all the big kids were off foraging in the woods. Choo-Choo searched the crevices of the Face of Everyman for a bit of something to nibble on; but his physiognomy was clean as a whistle.
the Face of Everyman had constant reminders of his failed experiments in gene splicing. In his secret underground laboratory deep beneath the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he had created some monstrosities. The white pigeon was but one example. From now on he would stick to fundamental research of the Higgs boson.
Chatterton was out for the hunt. His nose brought him to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This place was ripe; were his first thoughts. the Face of Everyman held his breath and daren’t move. The threat moved on shortly; much to the relief of the venerable sage.
Louie knew it was considered bad form to bring nesting materials to the lounge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he had a mighty thirst. the Face of Everyman looked on in disbelief. The hospitality folks would pay a brief visit to Louie’s nest and re-indoctrinate he and the Mrs.
In his latest scientific paper to be presented this Fall in Oslo, the Face of Everyman showed the correlation between the phenomenal rise in population of pigeons and rats to the dearth of owls and raptors in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage knew that this phase was cyclical; but, it was painful nonetheless.
The image of cat’s ears was unmistakable. Panther was on the loose again and songbirds were in danger. There seemed no way to keep this evil carnivore out of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman, the Grand Wizard was powerless.
Finsterwald had observed that the dating pool was getting smaller and smaller. Fewer of his ilk had booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa this year. the Face of Everyman off handily remarked that his numbers approached being added to the Endangered Species List. If that happened there were at least three federal forms to be submitted just for dating. Two more if there were eggs and six more if there were hatchlings. Most likely paper work would be the demise of the American Goldfinch.
The Fourth of July parade at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a complete fiasco. The pigeons pushed forward to head the line-up while the color guard were still finishing their cigarettes. The new babies were quickly assembled to fill in the gap. the Face of Everyman was this year’s Grand Marshall but the Cadillac convertible wouldn’t start. Those who stuck around for the fireworks show were disappointed when rain and hail soaked the charges. Everything fizzled.
The Coyote made one quick pass thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His nose revealed the scent of Brer Rabbit somewhere here abouts. the face of Everyman slept thru all the excitement of the sirens and klaxon warning of the famished intruder.
Ridley had been offering free yoga classes to the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It created a problem for the guests as well as the Face of Everyman who had hoped to sleep in this morning. Ridley was always up before sunrise and started even with no students present. Seen above he enacts a flawless Downward Dog Pose.
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