Ellen was caught as the proverbial “deer in the headlights”. Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had mounted an additional camera in the hopes of detecting extraterrestrial visitors. the Face of Everyman had issued a NOTAM warning of the new installation. Star ships began avoiding visiting the venerable sage until cloaking Aps became part of their usual gear.
Baseball season at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa opened before the Face of Everyman was prepared. He was always home plate. Seen above is our Roger Dodger sliding into home. The visiting team from Mar-A-Lago lost.
Cheeky was desperate. Food was in short supply until the first green buds appeared on trees thru out the Fogy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He drove off the pigeons so that he could eat this day. the Face of Everyman tried not to take sides in these issues.
A bunch of the new guys were hanging out and grousing amongst themselves that it was almost Spring and they hadn’t found anybody yet. the Face of Everyman interrupted to say that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was hosting the annual Sadie Hawkins Day Sock Hop soon. The venerable sage was sure that the number of nuptials would suddenly increase.
Robespierre was indignant. He confronted the Face of Everyman directly. The very idea of having to wear something green on this day seemed repugnant. Soon other members of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Songbirds Local #109 took umbrage. The concept of adapting other colored plumage seemed archaic and cruel.
the Face of Everyman was secretly pleased that the pigeon population was on decline now that a new crop of Raptors were out feeding on the bounty. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was an UNESCO safe haven but he was sure that pigeons weren’t on the protected list.
A cold chill ran thru Rodney’s spine as he foraged for birdseed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was an eerie sound; unearthly one could say. He scanned the horizon for signs of the threat. At last he decided it must be the Face of Everyman dreaming and snoring.
Today was the start of Spring Break for the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The early arrivals had begun their drinking contests and Frat hazing. the Face of Everyman looked forward to a prosperous first quarter.
the face of Everyman was surprised to receive a visit from Hercules, a big Tom who roamed at will in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Hercules has just returned from an extended RV trip with his people. It was good to be home.
Little Ninja has escaped his captures and is on the run. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is an ideal hide away except it has never served dog food. Once again the Face of Everyman attempts to bribe the little beast to return to captivity with a nice bone.
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