Timmy fell in the well (again). The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa EMTs were still at breakfast and Lassie was off shooting a pilot in Hollywood. What to do? What to do? In desperation the Face of Everyman called upon his mental skills to ease young Timmy out of difficulties. Everyone rejoiced at the good news.
Day old French Fries are a treat for any Crow. Fiachra couldn’t believe her luck. She flew off to a quiet corner of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to enjoy her find. the Face of Everyman hoped that she would return and collect the last few morsels. Guests were starting to get picky about eating rain soaked nuts and grains.
Joe Bob always got the hiccups when he knocked back a shot of Tequila with jalapeno flavored dried meal worms. the Face of Everyman had tried to warn him. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa meal worm hatchery had developed a really hot variety. It ranked near the Carolina Reaper on the Scoville Scale.
Natasha had been away. She was training in cyber security methods to help protect the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa from ransom ware attacks and data breaches. the Face of Everyman had anxiously awaited her return. He could now rest more easily. A nap seemed in order.
Cosmos was positioned perfectly for the attack on this iconic symbol of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The reflexive inclination of the Face of Everyman was to call out. But, why bother? After all it was only water.
Mom was always in a hurry. She ran between garbage cans, dumpsters and backdoor pet food bowls. The tidy folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seldom left out anything worth eating for the scavengers. the Face of Everyman always had a kind word Mrs. raccoon and her hungry off spring.
Aubrey knew that he had one too many Raspberry Nastoikis but he was sure that he could make it back to the roost before sundown. Seeing his state, the Face of Everyman offered to let him stay the night at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was the least he could do. He and Aubrey went way back.
Security Forces at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa knew that this cat was in trouble after the Face of Everyman remarked that she was not taking time to smell the daises.
Johnny Dark Eyes stopped by briefly on his way to his parole hearing. the Face of Everyman agreed to hold his mail if things went badly. The wasn’t much room in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa confinement block. Usually an ankle bracelet and home detention was adequate.
The IRS audit revealed that Mullard had unreported earnings as a martial arts instructor at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Taekwondo. The respect he had earned from his students was such that they rushed to his aid to pay the fines and back taxes owed. the Face of Everyman knew that there was a lesson to be learned here. Now, to make some friends.
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