Two of the Little People from the Circus moseyed over to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to say goodbye to the face of Everyman. They were leaving the circus life for a new career in film. They were going to be stunt doubles in a wildly successful TV series about Kings, Ice and Dragons. “Dang!” The venerable sage was going to have to renew his cable subscription.
Hercules
Once again, inexplicably, the Early Warning Klaxon had failed to warn of an intruder entering the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As the Face of Everyman slowly came out of his REM stage sleep he was able to comprehend what this semi-feral feline wanted. Somewhere Hercules had heard that one needed to apply for a Songbird Hunting License before one could legally take a bird. The venerable sage assured him that the the Resort was now a sanctuary with laws against hunting anything. The big cat left unhappy and unfulfilled; you knew he’d be back.
Cabana Boy
Brayden was looking for work at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; maybe a part-time Cabana Boy during Spring Break. the Face of Everyman had read his CV. He seemed over qualified. The regulars would not be back from Mexico until about the end of March. Prospects looked slim for the newcomer. However there might be an opening for Locker room towel boy on the weekend grave shift.
Oscar Night
Oscar night presenters have arrived early; too early for the red carpet to be in place. While waiting they had a chance to be regaled by a few reflections of the early days by the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been the location of many an early Cecil B DeMille epic. Perhaps they had seen “The Ten Commandments”? The venerable sage reluctantly admitted that he had been one of the many rock extras seen in the background.
Blood Sport
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an official Anger Management Clinic. the Face of Everyman was concerned at the poor success rate. Clients came angry and left just as angry. Renegade boxing promoters often tried to recruit these tiny packages of pugilistic dynamite to fulfill their evil schemes in that ancient and barbaric sport.
Peekaboo
the Face of Everyman’s whole being shuddered as he was awakened by Reggie playing peekaboo. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Montetorkie School’s “head start” program that encouraged interaction among all beings. The venerable sage was determined to have his class of being removed from the list. No artfully carved chunk of basalt should ever have to suffer the indignity of having cold wet claws covering his eyes. Where were the parents when this sort of thing happened? Probably playing bingo in the Casino.
Hellespont
Auditions for the role of Leander in the classical play required the protagonist to swim the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman explained, almost in vain, that these waters represented Hellespont, a key element in this epic story of two lovers. Seen above, a timid thespian wannabe tests the waters at every reading. In the end, the venerable sage re-cast some in “Death of a Salesman”, and give up on the idea of directing Summer Stock Theater.
Deluge
As the rain began in plop drops Armbrewster casually commented that he hopped that it wouldn’t rain a deluge causing him to miss lunch. The blue plate special served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was renown hereabouts. the Face of Everyman could only smile. Mere words can not describe the downpours he had seen since the parting of the supercontent Pangaea.
Drowsy
At first the Face of Everyman thought that Cheeky was sleep walking. But no, Cheeky was trying to complain about the five Raccoons whose antics had kept him awake half the night. Normally the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a quiet place where a good night’s sleep is almost guaranteed. But, in truth, the venerable sage had his own cross to bear where it came to that riotous family of Raccoons.
Tabby Cat
The National Database of feline bio-metrics confirmed that this intruder had the statistical probability of being a cat. Cats were the least favored guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt compelled to develop a new algorithm that could assess the hunting skills and degree of hunger of each cat then issue an appropriate level of alarm. Early trials would begin at dawn. For now, everyone should shelter in place.
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