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Brantley knew that his new found friend would never understand what it was like to not get a train set for Christmas; nor the hours of therapy at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Health Clinic. Even the Face of Everyman was clueless.

Power Wash

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Occasionally management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would install new technology. Seen above the Face of Everyman has elected to try the exfoliation micro scrub power wash. He recommended it to all that could afford the hi-tech treatment.

Nectar II

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Miss April was back, madder than ever that there was no nectar stations in all of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman reluctantly used the weak defense that it was due to supply line shortages.

Pro bono

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Tiny Tim drank from the healing waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but to no avail. His deformed foot remained as before. the Face of Everyman recommended one of several animal rescue shelters in the area. All provided surgical services, some pro bono.

Oh, Sob

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It was an ugly sight. The corn set out to ferment by the Face of Everyman was to become the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa private label whiskey. Instead the Plus Sized people were devouring every kernel. The venerable sage sobbed quietly the rest of the day.

House Arrest

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Somehow Panther had broken free from house arrest and cut off her GPS ankle bracelet. No bird in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was safe from this relentless hunter. By the look in her eyes the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that he was safe.

Orts

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Horst had never met a stale cracker he couldn’t savor. Orts from the tables of the vast dining hall at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were often swept on to the patio. the Face of Everyman tried to discourage this practice; it fed only scavengers.