The Bergdorf Twins were back; ready to wreak havoc on the Face of Everyman if he didn’t submit to their ransom demands. Thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa these two were the meanest. After some haggling, a modest sum of bitcoins was arrived at. These two still gave a departing twist to the rotating world of the venerable sage.
Catered family reunions has become big business at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman welcomes each group as if he were the patriarch. Everyone goes home with a small swag bag of seeds, nuts and candied fruit.
Bradley was ready to retire and put down roots. No more following herds across the plains and meadows. He approached the Face of Everyman for advice about long term leases in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Well, there were one or two time shares the venerable sage could offer but nothing too permanent. Bradley feigned interest and later checked Craig’s List.
Renaldo stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for one of the venerable sage’s glamor photos. the Face of Everyman recommended that Renaldo wait a couple of more weeks; or, at least until he’d rubbed off more velvet.
Little Robbie had the first day jitters. Dad brought him to the sacred waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and then left. What was he supposed to learn from this? the Face of Everyman suggested that he jump into the water and splash about a bit. It could be fun. Dad would be back soon.
The lure of the mythical fresh water Pearls was too much for Amerigo. The Spring of Eternal Giving seemed aptly named for his misadventure. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa held many spots of danger: hot springs, geysers, twisted gravity vortexes. the Face of Everyman knew these spots well. The venerable sage watched Amerigo; waiting for his first misstep.
Cecil wasn’t one to complain but it was becoming harder to forage since the Face of Everyman had stopped feeding the songbirds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was lush with vegetation; but when folks got used to free handouts hunting and gathering seemed too much like work. The venerable sage countered Cecil’s complaints with news that Coyote sightings were getting more common as well visits by several cats. “A word to the wise . . .”
Fresh from the Borscht Belt Marty and Smarty tried out their material on the luncheon crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Knock! Knock! Who’s there? Hike. Hike who? I didn’t know you liked Japanese poetry!” Guests looked at each other for an easy explanation of the joke. Even the Face of Everyman scratched his head.
Billy-Bob had been practicing all morning, much to the perturbation of the Face of Everyman. Billy-Bob had entered the 4th of July watermelon spitting contest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa holiday festival. He had his eye on the National Championship.
the Face of Everyman had read enough Uncle Remus stories to know that this here Brer Rabbit was a trickster. How he found his way to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remains a mystery. The venerable sage had to be on his toes when dealing with this canny character from American Folklore.