the Face of Everyman couldn’t recall there being a tattoo parlor in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he was willing to let this guy set up shop over the Memorial Day weekend. “What next?” thought the venerable sage. “A Hoochie Coochie show?”
Carlisle was a budding thespian. All he wanted was a chance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Summer stock theater. A walk-on with one line; like Bogey: “Tennis anyone?” the Face of Everyman tried to think of something he could use him in. A tableau vivant immediately came to mind: “St. George slaying the dragon.” He scheduled dress rehearsal for this afternoon.
Harriet made a brief stop at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Rent for an Efficiency over at the Golf course water hazard was going beyond her reach. She hadn’t chosen a mate for this season so time was of the essence. the Face of Everyman didn’t offer anything over a water feature. Anything less than that was a non-starter for Harriet. Maybe she’d have to pawn her mother’s locket.
Buttered toast was a favorite of Farley’s but he was willing to share with the Face of Everyman. Such a prize was not often found in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage gracious declined the offer; suspecting that it came from sweepings behind the village cafe.
Merlin was asked to return the Face of Everyman to his normal position. The famed magician called upon all the supernatural forces in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to reset the venerable sage. Observers were in awe when this force of black magic was unleashed. Merlin took a bow in response to the applause from the audience.
The Bergdorf Twins were back from Spring break and had renewed energy for mischief and mayhem. Their first sortie into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa meant a stop by the Face of Everyman. Their idea of fun was to twirl and torment the venerable sage until he hollered “Uncle.”
Strangely there were some who required privacy in a very public setting. the Face of Everyman had posted signs declaring that all were welcome at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps that wasn’t enough.
Father Robin rushed to the side of his old friend the Face of Everyman expecting to administer last rites. Instead the venerable sage was in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Clinic, sitting up in bed enjoying a bowl of Jello. He was released to light duty shortly thereafter.
Harold is being called a hero by the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The quick thinking lad grabbed a tool and pried the Face of Everyman from the watery depths. Before the day was over zoologists from local universities came to confirm the use of simple tools by a member of the Corvus family. An appearance on Good Morning America was planned.
A pair of guilty eyes surveyed the havoc he had wrought. The whole world of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been turned upside down; the Face of Everyman cast into immeasurably deep waters. Could the venerable sage be rescued?
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