Ambergris

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Near the Fall equinox the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa take on a peculiar hue. the Face of Everyman sends samples to the lab in hopes his fortune is assured by the discovery of ambergris. Each year the report is much the same: toxic algae.

Demands

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The Pigeon Colony pressed their demands for better food to be served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt pangs of claustrophobia sweep over him as large feathered bodies closed in ever tighter. The venerable sage vowed not to surrender even as the last rays of sunlight were blotted out.

Gale Force Winds

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No sooner had the Face of Everyman hoisted the Small Craft Advisory pennant than the more opportunistic guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa swooped in for emergency rations. The forecast soon turned to a Gale Warning. The smallest guests would have trouble reaching the storm shelter. Force 9 winds would take down a few roosting sites. The venerable sage was glad that he’d signed up for FEMA storm insurance.

Bully

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It was Free Swim Day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The pool would close for Fall cleaning. So guess who shows up? Sonny the school yard bully. The others, including the Face of Everyman, could only hunker-down and wait till he flew off.

Monograph

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It never ceased to amaze the Face of Everyman how many furry creatures were drawn to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The scent of bird droppings must be irresistible. He mused that he would prepare a monograph; perhaps in time to present at the forthcoming conference in Geneva.

Grub?

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Brenton had been reluctant to add the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to his Fall itinerary. The food was bad and the service worse. He was better off foraging behind the pet store in the village; at least their floor sweepings contained fresh seed. Both he and the Face of Everyman avoided eye contact.

Touch Up

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Mavis had booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to have her hi-lites renewed. Unfortunately shipments of products used in such tonsorial treatments had been outlawed by the Bureau of Customs and Agriculture. the Face of Everyman was working to find a new all natural substitute. It may take months of experimental testing before he achieved a product that he would label with his name and likeliness.

SNAP

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Cheeky was desperate. He had learned that the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program had been left out of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual budget. He begged the Face of Everyman to reinstate it. As simple as an ear mark perhaps. Winter weather at this remote location on the the Pacific Flyway was forecasted to be bleak.