It was time for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual civil service exams. the Face of Everyman proctored. The simple yes or no answers perplexed even the most qualified for the post.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Food Bank was overly generous this week as they cleared their shelves to make way for a load of cranberries, nuts and raisins donated for the Thanksgiving meal. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that wild birds should be fed in this fashion but he took comfort knowing such munificence did not come from his modest budget.
An eerie shroud fell over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This talk of setting clocks back had the effect of stopping time itself. Even the Face of Everyman felt concern. Maybe this was when time really did stop.
The morning after Guy Foxes Night the boys were trying to recover from the celebration of drink and bonfires. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had somehow institutionalized this peculiar British event. the Face of Everyman had tried over the years to have only wet firewood on hand in an effort to phase out this bacchanalian event. Alas, they kept him up till dawn.
the Face of Everyman missed the good old days of Disney when deer were gentle folk. Now the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed peopled with aggression. He often feared for his life. Where was Ranger Ralph when you needed him?
Rumors of Snapping Turtles often proved true even in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Rodney yelped loudly when something ferocious bit his toe. Poor the Face of Everyman, once again his nap was interrupted.
As of this hour election results were unclear; a few contests were still be to decided using the ancient code of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to interfere or call a winner until a sign of submission from one was obvious.
Fat Cat was back. Had she attempted to disguise herself with a shortened tail? the face of Everyman spent all morning sifting thru archival images for answers. One thing for sure, there were too many cats running free in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Frosty mornings brought out more toe dippers than the Face of Everyman could recall seeing. It must be about time to bring out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa pool heater. Reviews on Yelp had become a tad too negative. The venerable sage could see that Golden Handshake slipping away ever faster.
Judging for the best Halloween costume began early. Some were self conscious about what they wore and could barely relate to whom ever they were supposed to be. Few dogs lived in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, somehow they were forced to wear what their masters chose. the Face of Everyman tried not to be too judgemental. He held himself above this pagan rite.
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