Photos of a new intruder were reviewed over and over by the security team at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was at a loss to give a “solid” ID. For now the colorful unwanted guest was to be named: Magic.
Cheeky wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was under Flood Watch conditions. Somehow the Face of Everyman did not appear concerned. Maybe he wasn’t aware enough to understand the dangers.
After months of lock down nerves were raw. Tempers short. These were the darkest days for the residents of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman fed up with about everything.
the face of Everyman had spent the morning musing about a conspiracy theory he might put forth at the meeting of the Grand Masters of Destiny, Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Lodge 99. The venerable sage forgot that on occasion Galactic Law & Order folks tuned in. The near miss by the Proton Ray was meant as a friendly reminder; a shot across the bow, if you will: “Drop the sharing of cockamamie conspiracy theories.” Everyman immediately switched his thoughts to knock, knock jokes and menu planning.
It was more than just body language that caused the Face of Everyman to blink. The Crows had placed a to go order and it wasn’t ready; in fact, the staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had lost the order. The venerable sage tried to apologize but that didn’t quite do it. Waiting wasn’t common trait amongst crows.
Cedric was livid. He has worked himself almost into a froth. His words carried to the farthest regions of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He demanded to know from the Face of Everyman: “Is this all there is to life?” The venerable sage took his time in answering: “Yep.”
the Face of Everyman felt a cold chill settle upon him. He knew better than to turn around and find the cause; for even in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there could be found evil. The ghost like figure was the spawn of evil.
The grainy security camera footage revealed that the reincarnation of Boots was once again visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her mysterious disappearance years ago remained a mystery even to the great minds like Sherlock Holmes and the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage reminded himself to review the evidence one more time.
Bradley was disappointed in the haircut he received at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Communal barber shop. He tried to stir up interest in hiring a professional. The venerable sage protested that there wasn’t money in the budget. Besides, it will grow out before mating season.
The Crows swooped in out of no where to the surprise of everyone at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Then they flew off with the choices morsels. To quell the outcry the Face of Everyman explained that they had pre-ordered and paid with their credit card. It would soon become the new normal.
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