Tide tables were almost impossible to construct for the magical place known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This month of January contained two full moons which confounded even the most sophisticated super computers. Scooter had hoped to find something interesting. Alas, the tide was flooding back. the Face of Everyman suggested he return about 2 AM and bring a flashlight.
Tag
Mullard was enjoying the warm waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He shared the bright morning sunlight with the Face of Everyman but such pleasures were not to last. Cheeky, the squirrel, wanted to play tag. For some inexplicable and ungodly reason Mullard was it. For now “M” sought refuge on a nearby chimney top.
Channeling
The Tent Revival folks had setup Winter quarters in the big meadow not far from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Where ever Pastor Bob found a gathering he felt compelled to preach. the Face of Everyman thought Bob channeled Elmer Gantry and Billy Sunday with just a hint of Aimee Semple McPherson. When all the cracked corn was eaten, the crowd just seemed to wander off.
Condescending
The factory representative was very condescending. He assured the Face of Everyman and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that there was nothing wrong with the security camera. It seemed to be working properly and perhaps, just perhaps, the kindly ol’ pensioner, in his dotage might not have set the delicate instrument to the proper values. At those words, bystanders gave a collective gasp in disbelief.
Volunteer
Shriver returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after his brief stint in the Peace Corps. It seems he didn’t fit in well with the Flamingos he was assigned to mentor. He told the Face of Everyman that he thought it best to resign. His next assignment was to be six months in the Antarctic teaching Penguins to fly. He found himself at lose ends. https://tinyurl.com/y8qhkbwl
Speckled Marauder
The Arctic Vortex had been the ill wind that carried this evil being to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Caught on security camera images is Cain, the Enforcer. the Face of Everyman spoke for all of us when he asked the speckled marauder to move on and leave these respectable birds alone.
Cigarette
Few New Year’s Resolutions last very long, even at the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In her first words after she got off of the bus Elizabeth asked, “Either of you handsome young men got a cigarette?” the Face of Everyman could feel his cough reflex start to kick in. His voice would be horse by sundown.
Siding Salesman
Robby had been to the presentation at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. There he had learned from the presenters that he was a natural for entry into the world of Aluminum Siding sales. For a small fee he would be given the territory that encompassed the imaginary zip code of the FBR&S. With his work ethic Robby knew that his fortune was assured. the Face of Everyman tried to get his attention before the money changed hands. Alas . . .
Quandary
Algernon was shrewd. His canny mind weighed every advantage on every action. But he was stuck with this conundrum: should he shop locally at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa or online with free shipping. He turned to the Face of Everyman for a hint, but the venerable sage remained mute as he is often wont to do.
Full Moon
The first full moon of the new year brought out many forest creatures. Most wandered down to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to pay their respects to the Face of Everyman. Their well meaning intentions caused the ancient one to loose his only chance for REM sleep. By sunrise he was one crabby curmudgeon.
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