A heavy pale of smoke blanketed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa from wild fires up and down the Pacific Flyway. the Face of Everyman ordered all concessions closed except the lounge which offered hot towels to wipe beaks and drinks at happy hour prices. Guests remained hunkered down.
The baseless rumor that the Face of Everyman was placing large tracts of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on the real estate market brought out land speculators by the dozens. Before sundown some were offering homesteads, others cemetery plots. One had quickly drawn up plans for a drive-in movie theater. It was worst than Tulip mania and the bubble soon burst.
The Lost Cat flyers posted thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa showed his picture and the appellation “Mr. Snuggles.” He was careful not to respond to that name among strangers; no matter how well meaning. In his heart of hearts he knew that his birth name was Maximus. Max has been a frequent prowler at night; but a daylight intrusion was new. the Face of Everyman duly recorded both names in the security log.
Grobian was the first to comment on the mis-alignment of the venerable sage. Historically the Face of Everyman was oriented to face the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera. This morning guests found him to be “askew”. It would be Tuesday before a crew could right this historic visage. Fake News blamed street protesters for this dastardly crime.
Performance Art enjoyed increasing popularity with the luncheon crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems obvious that the Face of Everyman booked this act without a proper audition. Offended patrons were given reserved tickets for a future opening act.
It was well beyond the hour of curfew at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa when Boots decided to show her disdain for the Rule of Law. Luckily the Face of Everyman was in a deep hypnotic state or he would have used one of his mental feats to twist her tail.
The tattered and worn Audubon Guide seemed of little use to the Face of Everyman as he tried to ID new arrivals to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. At last, the mind of the venerable sage settled upon Black-headed Grosbeak. He thought of calling his Mom; but, thought better of it. He felt proud to be able to make this choice alone.
Confused by Federal Guidelines most guests left their masks behind. the Face of Everyman, fearing that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would become the new hot spot in this paradise of resorts tried to hand out masks. There were few takers.
Spiky looked back to see that the door to the time portal was closed. He was now in the realm of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had advised him to stay close, out of the way of the Big Guys till well after the next full moon; the Harvest moon. Being a sparring partner was one thing. To challenge Bambi’s father was another.
Kennewick was a “dreamer”. As the scion of immigrants he was sensitive to the slights from others. Even the desk clerk when he booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa almost ignored him. the Face of Everyman smiled, but put off conversation until tomorrow. It was hard to find something to like in a European Starling.
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