Uncle Jack has never been the same since he hit the plate glass window head on down in the village. He was out for a week after the kind folks brought him to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Avian Clinic. Now, most days, Jack chats with the Face of Everyman and yells at his image reflected in large bubbles. “Watch out Jack or you’ll be a goner.” The venerable sage has prepared a case study to present at a prestigious university in the Fall.
The bus from the orphanage dropped off Daphne for her first day at the Montetorkie School. the Face of Everyman welcomed her to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and gave her words of encouragement to help her on this day of new beginnings. His own first day had been chaotic; inside a lava tube at the base of a volcano. Chalk hadn’t been invented yet and the heat had been almost unbearable.
After a hard day in court the Judge would find comfort in the distinctive soda water leaking up from the secret underground laboratory of the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage pretended that soda water was a natural occurrence in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He had hoped to bottle this sparkling effervescence but was waiting till he had the right label, one with elitist appeal, for proper marketing.
Mom has upset the eco-balance at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This morning she set out with all five of her Kits on a sort of meet and greet tour. At this stop Madalynn got to meet the Face of Everyman as well as wash up a bit. Not seen are: Harold, Cletus, Sophie and Yvon. The kindly ol’ pensioner can be sure that the new family will be back; almost nightly. Mom has till September to teach them everything they’ll need to know as adults.
Only Barnstorming Billy had signed up for the 4th of July fly over. In fact, a general lack of interest was the root cause of the Face of Everyman cancelling most of the festivities. Free food furnished by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa brought out a lot of the community. Sack races and miniature golf were the biggest events. The venerable sage would rather it had rained.
Bambi crept forward slowly to see if she could determine the cause. The Spring of Eternal Giving had somehow stopped. The sacred waters were the very lifeblood of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was alarmed. Flow recommenced by Noon and the guests all had a good laugh at themselves over their exaggerated concerns.