Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa weight loss clinic was a thin gruel of Barley water and something dreadful which compounded Palomar’s feelings of hunger. He stepped outside for a smoke and a brief chat with the Face of Everyman while casting his eyes about for any orts. Expletive. Evening waitstaff had been meticulous.
Boon
Rocky was unaware of a 2nd security camera protecting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It wouldn’t have mattered. He sought a boon from the Goddess Of Perpetual Succour recently renamed from the far less august title of Perpetual Hunger. These long Summer days meant that he couldn’t forage till after the ever later sunsets. Perhaps she could do something about making nightfall sooner. In return he would embellish her shrine with a chicken bone. The Goddess was unlikely to grant a favor on such a weak promise.
Skinny Dipping
Martha taught Third Grade at the Montietorkie School. This gave her pool privileges at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman failed to warn her about the paparazzi lurking about. The village paper ran the photo with a brief caption. She braved the few snickers that reached her ears.
Clinic
Palomar had booked into the world famous weight loss clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. On the first day he broke the rules, stuffing his face. When caught on camera, all he could say was: “Does this pop corn make me look fat?” The venerable sage had witnessed this scene played over and over.
Pop Corn
Finisterre loved pop corn with butter. Unfortunately the sweepings from last night’s movies at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was drenched in truffle oil with a hint of Brewer’s yeast. His only resort was soaking each fluffy kernel in the cleansing waters. Luckily for the Face of Everyman truffle oil was close to SPF-60.
Stopped
A massive shift along fault lines near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had blocked the deep fissure that carried water to the Spring of Eternal Giving. It was up to the Face of Everyman to employ his powers of psychokinesis to clear the vital, life giving passageway. Few thanked him for exhaustive efforts.
Sunrise
Carondelet always wanted to be first to greet the Sun. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, situated on a high promontory, was an ideal location to receive a daily blessing. Despite his brilliance, the Face of Everyman still had trouble sorting out the 12 ancient Olympians. On each census form he left the question of religion blank.
Carnations
Barclay stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to show the Face of Everyman the beginnings of his new antlers. The venerable sage would have been more impressed if the smart alecky Freshmen friends he had brought along, Alistaire and Gaines, weren’t sampling the award winning Carnations.
Dating
Velvet wasn’t sure which of these two guys she was meeting for her luncheon date at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Neither of them resembled their photos on the web site, AvianHarmony dot com. Which one was Hacker? Which was CEO? the Face of Everyman sensed her dilemma. The venerable sage recommended the Cobb salad with bacon bits and tuna substituting for the chicken and chopped eggs.
Politics
Graydon had chosen the lush gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as the setting to announce his candidacy. His wild promises to drain the swamp and curtail illegal immigration brought gasps from his meager audience. the Face of Everyman tried to whisper a new stratagem. Unwittingly he offered Graydon: “A chicken in every pot.”
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