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Yikes! Bobby reportedly jumped a mile high and screamed in alarm.  He was sure that he had been bitten by a Snapping Turtle.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was home to a variety of turtles; most of which were the size of those little guys found in pet shop aquariums.  the Face of Everyman hastened to assure Bobby that he must have stubbed his toe on a root or rock. Peace and quiet soon returned; but Bobby retold his story again and again if anybody would listen.

Spring Rituals take many forms in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman continues his study of the behavior of guests.  Here he notes that food sharing is not a trait among these fuzzy, furry rodents.  The venerable sage notes carefully that this boar and sow are from the Chuckanut scurry.  For now he labels them: Ace and Buffy.

Spring Rituals took on many forms at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  This year the Face of Everyman recorded every movement, every nuance performed by guests.  His careful observances and methodology would form the basis of a paper to be read at a world conference in Stockholm this Fall.

Under the guise of Census Takers more and more exotics slipped thru the immigration barriers seeking the good life in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman turned a blind eye to this quiet invasion.  The venerable sage knew he would have to soon issue ration books to insure that food stocks went as far as possible.

Reginald needed Crowns to replace his adult teeth.  Most dentist now recommended hen’s teeth.  the Face of Everyman grew them in his secret lab far below the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A simple swab of the mouth of a Rhode Island Red and dust of Zirconia was all that was needed to began the electrolytic process.  In two weeks the teeth are ready.  The venerable sage believed in charging market price.  Bit coins were accepted.  Everyone knows that hen’s teeth are very rare.

Wolfgang and Marco are seen savoring their newfound freedom.  Released for lack of evidence these two were looking for mates to help in perpetrating their crimes. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided them with maximum advantage: fill someone else’s nest with Cowbird eggs and move on.  No looking back; no messy feeding of young.  the Face of Everyman was pleased to tell them that the Casino was closed and social distancing was de rigueur.

Just in time to learn about social distancing old Butter-butt was back to his familiar haunts of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman looked forward to his delightful songs during Spring rituals.  Was there a hint of a Spanish accent?

The Food Bank at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa opened irregularly.  The Crows hired watchers and posted them to signal when food was being distributed.  Maurice and Molly were at the head of the line and got the lion’s share of some very stale hardtack.  the Face of Everyman knew he needed to find a more equitable means of distribution.

Raucous squawking preceded this questionable guest.  the face of Everyman quickly made sure this guy knew that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a wildlife sanctuary.  “There is enough food for everybody.” was a subtle hint to Harley not to snatch up a young humming bird as a treat.  

the Face of Everyman liked to use his special powers to intertain himself on slow days at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above, he causes a guest to levitate.  Despite himself, he seldom found a use of this special power for the good of mankind.