Vacate

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Dundee assured the Face of Everyman this object was more than a mere bauble. It was discovered far in the out back deep within an opal mine. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t accept stolen treasure in payment for rent. The venerable sage gave Dundee his thirty days notice to vacate.

1-811

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The Farmer’s Almanac had marked this date as poor for fishing. Rothschild didn’t care. Even with a waxing gibbous moon he knew that his inherent skills would prevail. He should have called that 1-811 number before digging. All he succeeded in doing was tearing up the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa plumbing system and disturbing the sleep of the Face of Everyman.

Natasha

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This next client was on time for the therapy session. the Face of Everyman provided pro bono counseling to guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Natasha had not found a mate this season and she needed to find out why. The venerable sage offered her tips on sprucing up her on-line dating profile and above all remove that old Polaroid as her glamor shot.

Splish, Splash

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As usual it was a robin who had to wake the Face of Everyman with some fool folderol about bathing at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the background the venerable sage could hear that old rock & roll hit:”Splish, Splash, I was taking a bath”. Sometimes he hated it when others were happy this early in the morning.

New Growth

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Arnold claimed the jackpot on the betting pool held annually at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The first yearling to show a new growth of antlers could claim the prize. the Face of Everyman would care for his Tesla until Arnold passed his driving test.

FIFO

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the Face of Everyman was receiving complaints about stale suet blocks set out to feed a mixed variety of guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In truth the venerable sage was trying to use up last year’s stock; applying what he had learned in business school: FIFO

Maquette

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It took awhile before the Face of Everyman recognized his Uncle Pyro standing near the cabana huts. Few visitors to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa looked so bad. Unca’ P was a refugee from Easter Island. He was slated to become one of those famous monoliths but escaped, in a tourist’s luggage disguised as a maquette. The spa had their work cut out for themselves to get his face to shine like basalt.

Tasty Critter

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Dad didn’t have permission to hunt in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, that didn’t matter much as this here tasty critter wasn’t on the endangered species list. As he told the Face of Everyman: “A nest full of new borns requires a heap of protein.”

Feed Me!

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Mom hated taking young Alistair anywhere. The kid was constantly hungry. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the last stop on the bus line. If she missed this one it was an hour’s wait for the next. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep for fear that she would ask him to mind the child until her return.