“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.
Nectar
Lulu-belle brought her complaints directly to the Face of Everyman. There needs to be more flowers grown near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She shouldn’t be expected to raise a family on the nectar set out in feeders. That stuff was mostly colored dreck. The venerable sage wasn’t sure how he was involved but promised the young mother that he would look into the matter. Perhaps the florist shop in the posh arcade had something more nourishing than a wilted corsage. He could hope.
Portrait
the Face of Everyman had interrupted his own projects to honor a promise that he had made to Carlotta. She needed her portrait painted before she was sworn into her new office as village mayor. The folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were proud that one of their own had been elected to such a high office. However, largesse was not a word in Carlotta’s vocabulary.
Village Constable
As Holiday Shopping begins in earnest, extra security has been hired at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Normally Maximilian worked security at the posh arcade shops but has been reassigned. His years as the village constable makes him aptly suited for this type of surveillance.
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