Mullard awoke cold, wet and hung over. He had slept the night somewhere on the grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His downfall began at the gala opening of a franchise fish taco stand poolside; he and others had celebrated in the Bar with Mezcal shooters till closing. Of course, as a courtesy, he was given the worm at the bottom of ever bottle. Him being a bird; and all …
Spats
Erskine had been hatched with a sense of style few others possessed. He immediately buckled up his Grandfather’s spats and went off to his first day at the Montetorkie School. Guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa smiled with a feeling of satisfaction in knowing the had booked into a Spa for the Smart Set.
Bounty Hunter
Rivers Styx, the Bounty Hunter, was out hanging wanted posters on Heathcote and other suspects. He heard the distinctive rustle of leaves and the scurry of small padded feet. His prize was near. Then, without warning, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera captured his startled image. Nearly blinded he knew that this night’s hunt was over. He headed home and in a mournful voice he let out his signature hoot: “Who Cooks For You?” Link takes you off site: http://tinyurl.com/zjxj94m
Winston
With Fall migration in full swing Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was hiring for many positions. Needed most where those with language skills to serve the foreign guests. Winston applied for the position of Concierge and was immediately hired. His impressive resume’ listed his unique skills. He spoke fluent: Fractured French, Double Dutch, Boontling, Pig Latin, Classical Greek, Pidgin English, Cockney and could converse in a lilting Creole patois when required.
LGBTQ
These are exciting times at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Reverend Lambda has performed several matrimonial unions just this past week. Seen here are Mavis and Doris joined at last. The good Reverend completing his solemn officiating with his signature flamboyant gesture. A true blessing for the new couple.
Anastasia
For a brief period of time the waters of the Spring of Eternal Life ceased to flow. Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was deeply concerned that this, their most revered public attraction, The William Wallace Memorial Stone would dry up, crack and exfoliate into mere sand. Luckily Anastasia, a guest and one of the last of the Romanovs residing in exile, discovered the problem: the pump was unplugged. Within the hour, as a sign of gratitude, tubs of Beluga caviar and cases of Champagne arrived at her secluded garden apartment. Link leads off site: http://tinyurl.com/gvhry43
Nigel
Nigel had just completed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa mandatory Life Guard training in CPR with the much coveted Heavy Surf endorsement. Yet somehow, even after rigorous training and demanding testing, he froze when a real life rescue situation occurred.
Ice Carving
Tonight was the Governor’s Ball at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Chef de l’Hotel asked a guest to model as a Swan to be created in an ice carving for the head table. His work was a masterpiece yet, for all the world, unfortunately looked exactly like a pigeon.
Winkem, Blinkem and Nod
The boys had learned the popular poem in class at the Montetorkie school. They had no access to a wooden shoe so they pretended that the William Wallace Memorial Stone was their make believe vessel and the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa their Misty Sea. All went well till Mom called them home for dinner. http://tinyurl.com/z99djuh
Portmanteau
Young Portmanteau cleared his throat and began his recital at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Montetorkie school summer talent contest. In a croaky, breathy voice he intoned: “Well, it’s been a quiet week in Lake Woebegon where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average.” He was magnetic. Many parents wept. He was awarded the prestigious Montetorkie Doppleganger Trophy.
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