Reginald lived some distance from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His home was among marsh cattails at a posh water hazard on the municipal golf course. His days were filled with Golf and dining on succulent dragonflies. the Face of Everyman was more than curious how he had found this magical kingdom. When asked, Reginald muttered something about gusty winds and strong drink.
Hacked
Rogue hackers from some distant Republic-Stan managed to force their way into the vast data base of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps the image is only meant to embarrass the kindly ol’ pensioner, but he is oblivious to such attempts. Blame for the lack of digital security fell squarely on the Face of Everyman. His Golden Handshake seemed further away with each such incident.
Pastimes
Fillmore had been skipping stones across the water all morning. He tired of this activity. the Face of Everyman, now safe from the hazard of flying rocks, suggested that he burst bubbles until lunch was served. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has an almost infinite number of such simple pastimes available to guests.
Veteran
“Mad Dog” Carter was the remaining survivor of the Battle of Cucamonga Peak. Even tho’ he was old and had but one leg, he made it to this last encampment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traditional magnum of Champagne had been held in safe keeping by the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage had been tempted a time or two to uncork the bottle but thought better of it; after all he had the integrity of a Rothschild.
Dark Stranger
Kilgore was keeping a sharp eye on the dark stranger who had taken up a position near the Fescues. He could be mistaken for a Crow. In the waning light the Face of Everyman couldn’t see him well enough. Strangers in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could mean trouble even if this was a magical kingdom.
No Coffee
Most folks need Coffee to start their day. The resident grouch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa came down to breakfast to find the coffee urns cold. His unspoken wrath seemed directed towards the Face of Everyman who was helpless to defend himself.
Marauders
The mystery surrounding broken fencing and trampled Arugula seemed to be solved. The culprits, two night marauders, caught by technological advances in security systems deployed by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman winced as the intense carbon arc lamp bathed the scene in white hot daylight. Hoof prints on file matched. Crews worked the remainder of the night to restore the pristine setting. The perps remain free on bond.
Silence
The silence was deafening. The Spring of Eternal Giving had stopped flowing. Was that a signal to the Face of Everyman that something was wrong? Indeed, the venerable sage awoke to see a Crow attempt to sneak his way into the magical kingdom that was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. To what end he wondered; no Crow likes leftover bird seed.
Remedial Action
A recent Security Audit found weaknesses in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system. In a random review of security images the Forensics Team found ten percent contained unacceptable errors. Seen above are the unmistakable signs of a Cat’s ears. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that the ears may belong to the manor house cat. Nevertheless a three page list of urgent remedial action was sent to Management; carbon copy to Corporate. The venerable sage could see his Golden Handshake diminish.
Natasha
Natasha had spent days binge-streaming epic video productions. She had long ago exhausted both archival Betamax libraries held by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and the Face of Everyman. She needed fresh air and sunlight before she tackled all thirty seasons of The Simpsons, unexpurgated and complete with such features as out takes and interviews with cast members. The venerable sage believed that she was driven by demons. An exorcism just may be required.
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