Heavy fog obscured normal navigational land marks for this neighbor from the golf course wetlands; not far from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was still disoriented from last night’s attack by bullies from the Raccoon Dance Group. They chatted until the fog lifted and the venerable sage could compose himself and offer coherent directions.
Counter Intelligence
Ambrose was convinced that the bubbles contained secret messages for foreign agents operating from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would spend hours listening for a pattern; perhaps a rhythm. About sundown he’d give up; eats some orts set aside by the Face of Everyman and return to his roost. Others gave him a wide berth.
Preschoolers
The Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered swimming classes for preschoolers. Coach Mullard didn’t see a promising free style swimmer in the bunch. When asked his opinion the Face of Everyman was circumspect. 
Therapy
Couples Therapy is not going well for Phil and Irene. Phil dropped the talking stick and Irene took that moment to hit him with everything she had in her gunny sack of past grievances. The screaming and yelling could be heard thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard. Even bystanders interjected their thoughts. The venerable sage decided to see each client separately. 
Juvies
A flight of young toughs, right out of Juvie, hit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was a crime scene for five minutes as they threshed about seeking to damage whatever they could. the Face of Everyman had never encountered such rowdy behavior since he watched “Rumble Fish” on late night TV. These fledglings were Hells Angels wannabes.
Black Bear
Rumors that a Himalaya Black Bear had escaped from a nearby zoo were rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa community. the Face of Everyman awoke to find such a creature licking his face. The venerable sage was quick to realize that this was an over-sized domestic dog with a collar. The ancient one used his mind control to suggest that he go home as soon as possible and put on his leash. “Who’s a good dog?” 
Scorned
A round of Robins swept in ahead of the scorned European Starling. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was open to all except when guests took matters into their own hands. the Face of Everyman decided to let matters be. Besides, Starlings were as rowdy as Frat Boys at a kegger. 
Service Dog
The Warning System was down for routine maintenance so, of course, anybody could walk right in to the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman judged this beast to be a common “household pet.” The venerable sage held his breath until all danger seemed past. Within minutes the warning system was up and running on high alert. Everyman wondered if there was a reward posted for this Service Dog? Could anybody claim it? 
Lattes
Henrietta was the first to complain about the Face of Everyman’s pumpkin-spiced lattes. He was surprised, after all he had taken the Grabajava Culinary School online course for baristas. All the ingredients were fresh and the best. Perhaps he shouldn’t use water directly from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but bottled water seemed so costly. With a shrug the venerable sage turned to his next test product: Turkey-spiced lattes.
Detritus
Roscoe had one annoying habit: he discarded the shells of the Sunflower seeds on the Face of Everyman and anywhere else in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that he pleased. The venerable sage tried to explain basic etiquette but soon gave up and merely asked Roscoe to remove the husks blocking his vision.
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