The World Championship Contest in Free Diving was scheduled for late June at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had once held the title two eons running during the most recent Ice Age. He now had his eye on winning in the Seniors Division. Practise sessions are held daily. The kindly ol’ pensioner is assisting the venerable sage in holding his breath while simulating Free Diving.
Alert!
Early warning sensors alerted the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The klaxons blared; citizens were advised to shelter in place. A marauding villain was on a predawn hunt. the Face of Everyman recognized the predatory being as a neighborhood house cat from a good family. The venerable sage cleared his throat loud enough to scare the trespasser into a hasty retreat. Sunrise came to a tranquil paradise.
Sanctuary
Solomon was seeking sanctuary in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His several wives were pressing him for nonsupport. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that a UNESCO historical site, such as FBRS, didn’t provide relief in such domestic matters. https://tinyurl.com/y8q8tpx3
Escapee
Dante was a quick study. Look how easily he had escaped the captivity of the pet store. Now he found himself on his own at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As his stomach rumbled he wondered where his next meal was coming from. And when. the Face of Everyman was awakened by that all too familiar sound. He briefed the new fugitive on when the kindly ol’ pensioner stocked the feeding box. If he was really hungry; week old soggy movie pop corn could be found between the pavers. The venerable sage extended the welcome and told the newcomer were the best temporary roosting could be found.
Roosting Alone
Some of the Guys were starting to get anxious. None of the Gals had arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Maybe they went on to Canada suggested the Face of Everyman in a mocking tone; quite out of character. The Guys continued to grouse about the lack of feminine companionship. They had been “batching it” for the past week and were sick and tired of wearing their best suit everyday.
Worst Fears
The newly arrived couple had begun nesting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to shut his eyes and hold his breath as wave after wave threatened to sink him. If he’d only known that they were avid water polo players he would have recommended them to nest at the London Water Polo League; an organization he helped found.
Migrant
Vintage footage from the security cameras at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa helped identify this migrant. His passage had gone unrecorded yesterday during annual maintenance when the cameras had been set to standby. Inasmuch as the Face of Everyman was napping; he could offer little to aid the FBI sketch artists as they tried to construct a likeness from conflicting descriptions given by two casual onlookers.
Nest Builder
The Mrs. is busy building her first nest. She will use the dried grasses and sticks found nearby in the forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Construction materials are made pliable by soaking. Yada, yada, yada. the Face of Everyman didn’t care about all that kind of talk; he wanted to recount his whole litany of complaints: standing on his face, muddying the pristine waters, hogging the pool, . . .
Hologram
No one could have been more surprised than the Face of Everyman when addressed by the shimmering image. It was the Bhagwan appearing by telepathic hologram for the first time at the world famous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In a thinly veiled threat he suggested that his new commune could be established elsewhere if he only had the funds to begin construction. Everyman dug deep into his incalculble supply of cryptocurrency; thus assuring that the million or so followers of the Guru would not establish a new commune here.
Posing
A new Security Team arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with orders from Corporate to create file photos and physical measurements of every creature using the facilities. the Face of Everyman foresaw that this Machiavellian scheme could result in draconian rules. All guests were advised to avoid posing in front of the special cameras. For those blessed with new mating plumage this was an almost impossible suggestion.
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