The circus was setting up Winter quarters in the meadow. An advance-man came over to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to re-establish the bonds between the circus people and the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage looked forward to booking some clowns and acrobats for lunch time entertainment.
Bad Dream
The polls closed early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman relied on runners bringing constant updates on key races. Seats on the School Board were up for grabs; write in candidates created the most chaos. Front runners had seldom gone beyond the first grade. Even graduating from the Montietorkie School did not ensure good governance. The school bonds were going down in utter defeat. To the venerable sage this all seemed a bad dream.
Protection
the Face of Everyman sensed a tirade coming as Black Bart alighted in his front office. But no, he was here for his protection money due him for driving off hawks from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the month of October. By written affidavit, this raucous unprincipled tough guy swore that he had driven off three raptors in the past month. The venerable sage paid up: several bit coin and half a sack of corn. Such protection was worth every penny. 
Bucko Billy
A cold shiver ran thru the Face of Everyman when he realized that behind him was Bucko Billy Robinson, First Mate on the hell ship HMS Dracula. What could he be doing here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Had he, at last, hunted down the venerable sage who jumped ship in Port Alberni? Turns out this bully had bought into the local retirement assisted living condos. They were to be neighbors; maybe even friends.
Gulls
the Face of Everyman could almost set his watch by the return of Gulls and their food source, the Surf Smelt, to the nutrient rich waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. However it was this moment, frozen in time, when Eve suggests that Adam take a bite of the apple. 
Barn Dance
Frisco Bob stopped to remind the Face of Everyman about the Halloween Barn Dance at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Grange. Fisco had assembled a Square Dance Caller and a couple of Fiddle players. Folks were asked to bring a covered dish and there would be bobbing for apples. “Who doesn’t like apples?” Frisco asked rhetorically. Off-highhandedly Bob reminded the venerable sage that he could bring a date. 
Ice Bound
the Face of Everyman felt as tho’ he had been ice bound for weeks. This day the Sun was up and a rescue effort arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The team leader sampled the cracked corn and made a decision. “Best we can do is tow you to an ice free port like Murmansk.” Fortunately the ice was gone by noon. Tug boat crews enjoyed a lavish dinner of pot roast in the spacious conference room.
Epoch
An Arctic outbreak brought freezing temps to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman’s teeth chattered incessantly. He hadn’t been this cold since the Pleistocene Epoch began. Little Bobby had just joined the Ski Club and was disappointed by the lack of snow.
Melpomene
Melpomene was ready to depart for the winter and leave the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa far behind. But not before she told the Face of Everyman what she thought of the complete lack of nectar feeders. The venerable sage tried to blame the computer for the breakdown in the supply system. She vowed to nest elsewhere next Spring.
Danaans
Danaans offered a gift to the Face of Everyman. As their conversation continued on into late morning, it became obvious that in exchange, the venerable sage was to hand over the valuable contract to supply Pop Corn and French Fries to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa evening movie goers. Everyman could smell a bribe a mile away. 
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