Those dreadful summer games had begun in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Stinkin’ Pigeons had started their rude behavior. Was this the end of the Face of Everyman?
It was Tax Day and Lamont hadn’t even started to collect his receipts and forms. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a loose tax structure. the Face of Everyman would accept a late entry.
Was this the mythical Albino so often whispered about? Or was it just an over exposure by an antique camera; well past its prime guarding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman shared the image with the Audubon Society for verification.
Cheeky wiled away the whole morning shelling and devouring sunflower seeds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had never offered such a delight. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure how’d he pay for it.
These guys are the advanced party looking for prime nesting spots. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa opened up a whole new world to them. Yet, Ashcroft argued that they should push on to Canada. the Face of Everyman was sorry to see them go.
A very rare sight in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is these two appearing at the same time. the Face of Everyman remained alert, hoping for a similar occurrence.
In order to appear more presidential, Waldo began making unusual pronouncements concerning how life would be conducted in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the face of Everyman was caught unawares and had no counter.
Remember those three blind Mice that you heard about in day care? Well, they weren’t blind after all. According to the Face of Everyman those mice had been scamming guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for years. Security seldom stayed awake long enough to catch them.
Marlene and her friends were in search of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Birthing Center which was rumored to be around here. Perhaps under the apple tree. She made a reservation with the Face of Everyman and resumed foraging till it was time.