The security camera image is blurred but it is clear that there was a collision between two guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The EMTs attended to the victim who declined to press charges. the Face of Everyman offered his business card in the event that he might want to go to court and needed legal representation.
Harold was the first to be selected for duties as Flood Watch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Heavy rains were expected overnight and the Face of Everyman wanted a warning system in place before he retired for the night. More than once he had awoken sputtering as rising waters engulfed him.
Lonesome Joe stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to inquire if suitable mates had been seen in the region. the Face of Everyman had to confess that no females answering the description had been seen all summer. Smoke from forest fires must have caused them to nest far to the north. The venerable sage suggested that he return and check the results of the Audubon Christmas bird count. Figures would be posted by mid-January.
Wesley was a keen observer. He had spotted the rabbit almost the day that it had stepped from the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His report to the Face of Everyman was timely and terse. The venerable sage shared that: “That was Harvey, the white rabbit. He was assigned as a poll watcher and would be with them for the next two weeks.”
These days arguments seemed common at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above local day trippers have garnered the best spots in the spa. Guests have to take second best. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to intercede. If feathers started flying then . . .
The sauna at the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed during the pandemic. the Face of Everyman tried to put a good spin on it by encouraging everyone to dry off in the Sun. Each day the orb sank lower in these northern skies making the advice offered by the venerable sage more problematical.
The waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving flowed to a trickle and turned cool. Throckmorton was new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he felt that he should say something. But somehow no one seemed to care; not even the Face of Everyman.
Cheeky was unhappy with the news that for the foreseeable future meal tickets would be honored at half-rations at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems that the creative accounting used by the Face of Everyman had caught up with him. It would be election day before this mess could be straightened out. Cheeky tried to relax and remember where he had buried those macadamia nuts from last Christmas’ swag bags.
The Crows were back to sample Sunday Brunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They remained as ill-mannered as the Face of Everyman remembered. Alas, he could think of no ploy to send them elsewhere.
“Well look whose here?” said the Face of Everyman. “Mr. Disgruntled”. Harley was his usual self. Today he may have reason. All the corn chips had been eaten by the Crows. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa varied the meals and times. Harley had spent most of the past week yelling from the tree tops. “Next time keep your eye on the buffet.” Offered the venerable sage.
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