Slowly the pumps lost pressure at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The once pristine waters filed with algae. the Face of Everyman began to notice a stench.
Sludge
Bounty?
It was time to report the Pigeon census. Today, hopping to sway the free food quota the birds showed up in droves. Ultimately the Face of Everyman lost count. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would not receive the funding to continue the largesse that the birds counted upon.
Unsure
Wayne was ambivalent about mating this season. His spotty colors said it all. the Face of Everyman felt that was enough of a “red flag” to warn the ladies joining us here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Apples
Tourists?
The Ginger cat strode confidently thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wondered if she was the reason so few birds came to roost in this peak tourist season.
How?
Phebe made a nuisance of herself asking question of the Face of Everyman. “How big is big?”, was one of her favorites. At the end of the day nobody bothered to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Summit?
Did the Face of Everyman hear it or just imagined it that the next summit would be held at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?
Smile
Tho the print was out of focus there was no mistaking that smiling face. Sergei always had a smile on his face. He seemed the happiest guy in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wished that he knew his secret.
Star Struck
the Face of Everyman could not fall asleep after staying up each night to observe meteors and Arora Borealis. He could only hope that it would be an uneventful day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Heat
It must have been the heat that drove Cheeky a bit nuts. the Face of Everyman decided to open the Cooling Center for the first time this season. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hadn’t experienced heat like this ever before.
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