Well, it had to happen; just as the Face of Everyman was about to go on his Sabbatical, a major intrusion of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa occurred. Klaxons, sirens and giant voice loudspeaker systems came to life. A remote IR system detected a Coyote entering the periphery of the vast sanctuary. Now the venerable sage could see himself dragged before endless Senate sub-committees to answer for this lapse in security. He wished that he had never been born.
Big Boy was back seeking more advice from the Face of Everyman. As the Hunter’s Moon approached, the competition between big males became more fierce. Big Boy wanted to leave his legacy to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Was there somewhere safe that he could take his herd?” The venerable sage tried to dodge the question. His response was a non sequitur.
Draven, scion of evil, appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, as if from no where. the Face of Everyman tried to remain calm. Draven scorned the vast flocks of his brethren as they swooped over nearby farm lands. He lived to perpetrate evil on his own. The venerable sage dare not speak first.
the Face of Everyman had been studying “fight or flight” behavior amongst the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In his monograph on the subject he categorized these two as scrappy. Indeed.
Every so often the Face of Everyman offered someone the opportunity to collect the coins at the bottom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lakes, pools and spas. Seen above is Bastrup “leaving no stone unturned.” Of course, the venerable sage asked only ten percent of monies recovered.
Corporate IG sent around a rather gloom chap named Sonny to inspect the books of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman became so frightened that he wasn’t sure which set of books he should bring out for the audit. He was still looking forward to that Golden Handshake.
Billy Bob planned to audition for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s version of the “Masked Singer”. He was sure that he would be chosen; if, for no other reason than he was masked already. He practiced far into the night. the Face of Everyman heard every false note.
Ginger Fat Cat was on the prowl. Seen above as she enters the UNESCO World Heritage Biosphere Reserve of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her aim was to catch a songbird before the klaxons awakened the Face of Everyman.
Phyllis needed money for tuition. Education at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa A&M didn’t come cheaply so she hired out as a Nanny. the Face of Everyman was relieved that someone else was responsible for the supervision of these small songbirds.
the face of Everyman wished that he hadn’t eaten that last slice of pizza. His stomach roiled and his dreams were scary. He took comfort in knowing that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system would warn of any intruders.