Try outs for the forthcoming Water Ballet were going well at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleasantly surprised when Mullard, the grounds keeper, showed an amazing aptitude for this difficult dance step, the Brise’.
Artisan sourdough crusts from behind the village bakery were an amuse-gueule. The master chefs at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had tried, without success, to make something similar. the Face of Everyman had tried several starters. He rebuked himself for letting the age old family recipe slip from his grasp in a shady poker game.
Ernie felt the crushing blow of coming in 2nd in a race where no prize was given for second best. The flight up from Tampico had been uneventful and he felt that victory was assured. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the annual goal. From there into Canada for nesting. the Face of Everyman thought about counseling the youngster; but, to what avail. A nap was more important.
Learned scholars had reviewed the security camera footage and they all agreed that this was “a horse of a different color.” Time would tell. New bookings at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were slow, but, expected to pick up soon as viewed by the Face of Everyman who wished to remain anonymous.
This un-named frequent visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa strides with impunity towards the feeding grounds of songbirds. the Face of Everyman is proud to report that there have been no fatalities so far this season. Can this enviable record stand?
Socrates left no stone unturned as he searched for his next meal. Mice or birds, it made no difference. The bounty of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed unlimited. the Face of Everyman hastened to caution this predator that nesting birds were off limit until Thanksgiving. However it was open season on rodents until Christmas eve when all groups received a day of National Amnesty.
There would be plenty of free drinks tonight as Oswald was presented the coveted Speed-man Trophy. He was the first to arrive at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as part of the Spring migration. Being in full mating colors was an added bonus; his name would be etched on the cup. the Face of Everyman knew that this was an omen of full bookings till Fall.
Whip-Saw takes a deep theatrical bow following his recital of that famous poem, ” The Shooting of Dan McGrew”. The lunch crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa gave him a Standing “O”. A tear filled the eyes of the Face of Everyman.
Cheeky had scanned the dating sites for a suitable partner for long walks and fireside chats; but, without success. Surely in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there was someone. the Face of Everyman could only respond that these things take their own good time. Somehow Cheeky wasn’t interested in hearing the same old platitude.
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