After repeated and lengthy reviews of this grainy security camera footage no clear consensus was established. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security team seldom gave up on an ID of any foreign or unidentified image. This day they turned to the Face of Everyman for his thoughts on the intruder. “Its a Winter Water Sprite; clear as can be. Common about the first frost of the season.” Case closed.
Even the Face of Everyman was pleased when the kindle ol’ pensioner actually installed the stock tank heater for the Winter season at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, it would be turned off when the ice rink parties and Olympic tryouts were being held. There was a lot of activity on Facebook about uniforms, flags and appropriate anthems. The venerable sage was confident that “clean” urine samples would not be a problem.
Minion was appointed to look into the matter of the lack of heated pool water at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman claimed no responsibility in the matter and in fact professed that he looked statesman like with thin rim of ice around his waist. The venerable sage made a mental note to take the stock tank heater out of storage and plug it in before nightfall. Right now a nice hot mug of Mulled Cider sounded good.
Little Audrey was lodging a formal complaint with the Face of Everyman. She had learned that squirrels were not part of the Audubon Christmas Bird Count. She tried to explain how she felt about being left out of the big picture. The venerable sage chose his words carefully and tried to put a happy face on the concept that a count of more birds suggested a better and healthier ecosystem while on the other hand an increase in rodents suggested a dearth of Coyotes and Owls. She left feeling safer and somewhat mollified but reserved judgement for now. All of the feathered folks within the fictitious zip code of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eagerly awaited the annual census.
Attendance was spotty at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Astronomy Club nevertheless the Face of Everyman forged ahead with his presentation on the Supermoon due tomorrow. Sensing that he was losing the attention of his lone attendee; the venerable sage hinted, in a voice suggesting intrigue, that next month his talk would be on Blue Moons.
In a calculated passive aggressive power play the raccoons refused to to spin the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had hoped to be twisted about and thus be able to absorb the bright morning sunlight for his right eye to treat his chronic seasonal affective disorder. His light therapy box is still on back order.