Hunting

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y Once again Lulu was on the hunt. She had left a warm hearth to search the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for field mice or any other playful meal. the Face of Everyman barely roused himself to acknowledge this frequent intruder.

Ice

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Is a thin film of ice developed on the placid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Henrietta felt less like performing her morning ablutions. Perhaps this afternoon before high tea. the Face of Everyman felt slightly jealous; all he could look forward to was Happy Hour.

Notoriety

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The National Inquirer purchased this action shot of Big Guy as he patrolled the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hoped that the notoriety of our home town boy would bring throngs of new guests. He needed a big bump in fourth quarter profits.

Flooding

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Ms Robin confronted the Face of Everyman to complain about the unceasing rain. Her deluxe suite at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was flooded. The venerable sage assured her that if anybody came to work today he’d send them over to solve her problem. That is, if anybody came to work.

Bubbles

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Mayberry wasn’t sure about bubbles; they seemed to have a life of their own. Many strange things existed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and although he’d asked the Face of Everyman the answers were never clear. He would bolt if that big one drifted his way.

Sand Castles

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Elroy was here for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sand Castle competition. If the tide table is accurate we are at high tide. the Face of Everyman delivered sand and rented out the sculpting tools. Judging would commence as the low tide turned. Elroy hoped that he could win the chance to go on to the semi-finals at Santa Cruz.

High Tide

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This time of year the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was known for high tides and dangerous rip currents. Sybil was caught off guard; a flutter of her tiny wings was barely enough to get her to safety. the Face of Everyman made a mental note to have multi-lingual warning signs posted.

Coyote

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At some ungodly hour the alarm bells rang, the klaxons blared and loud speakers asked all guests to remain sheltered. The Foggy Bottoms resort and Spa had an intruder tentatively identified as a Coyote. Judging by the replay of security video the beast had entered the perimeter following the scent of a cat. the Face of Everyman wondered how long would it be before a Lost Kitty poster would appear on bill boards every where.