Ozwald told the story over and over again as long as someone else was buying the drinks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “I was returning from a secret night time sortie and as I was about to land I spotted incoming tracers. There, off my starboard wing, was The Blue Max, camouflaged as a Northwestern Crow. Jumping gee-hosa-fat, there was nothing else to do but clear my guns and roll into a classic aerial combat mode. Last I saw, he was trailing smoke.”
The venerable sage remained mute. He had his own “war stories”.
Concern
When pigeons feed they are so anxious that they’ll get less than others they push and shove towards the tiniest morsel. The newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa brought out heightened fears of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They paused only a nano second to affirm with each other that the Crow figure was a sign; the threat of Famine was real. Their hysteria had the venerable saga wishing he’d had a second croissant with his morning Latte.
Ice Cream
Ben and Jerry boasted about the large income tax refund they expected this year. In a sober moment they thought about starting a business; perhaps opening a store here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. When they approached the Face of Everyman seeking his wisdom; he offered: “Why not make ice cream and give the flavors irresistibly hip names?”
Space Time Continuum
It was probably the scariest moment imaginable at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Pacha actually stuck his head through the Space Time Continuum. Marcel and the Face of Everyman were perhaps the only eye witnesses. The venerable sage realized that we had entered a new era of cosmology. He decided to remain mute as there seemed no way to escape the inevitable; besides, Pacha returned intact and had no memory of the frightening event.
DSM-5
The clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the long weekend. Besides the DSM-5 did not address Cranston’s specific psychiatric disorder. The repeated bursting of bubbles by any one individual had not yet reached statistical significance in the general population. the Face of Everyman had suggested to others that perhaps some sort of intervention could be staged.
Country Bumpkin
Good table manners were the hall mark of good breeding for most guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but when the new guest, fresh from the frozen marshlands, revealed such boorish behavior at tea; even the jaded venerable sage, the Face of Everyman shuddered. Link takes you off site: http://tinyurl.com/hh4ap9l
Circus Folks
The circus had established Winter quarters in the large meadow near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Occasionally the thirteen little folks who made up the Clown Act would pile into their bright yellow VW bug and drive over in time for the first seating of High Tea. Alack and alas, the Face of Everyman didn’t understand a word of their Gypsy dialect. Link leads offsite: http://tinyurl.com/hyp2dlo
Appeal
Johnny Dark Eyes remained free while on appeal. He had told the Judge that he was a member of the Arctic Club and was to appear in several frigid water swimming events at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. At liberty for the moment Johnny was terrified of the chilling water. The Judge was to witness one event but Johnny was paralyzed with fear. That is, until the Face of Everyman whispered, “Not to worry. The pool is heated.” “Jump!”
Sisters
The Ungalate twins, Martha and Falene always enjoyed Christmas dinner with the Songbirds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Management was pleased to make special considerations for their dining needs. They were much too large for the dining room, Food Court, or poolside canteen; so a sunny spot on the celebrity Chef’s fallow kitchen garden was set aside for Plus-sized guests. Ethnic foods of locally grown tulips, roses and patented begonias were his early winter gourmet specialty. The ladies ate, signed his guest book and left for yet another tasty snack up the street.
More
More snow was forecast for today along the Pacific Flyway. Benchley was somewhat concerned. He was a seasoned member on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Avalanche Rescue Team. He phoned his new Match Dot Com lady friend and suggested that they postpone their second luncheon date till next week. He didn’t want to be called out for duty just as they were getting better acquainted.
