Cimaron wasn’t sure that he ever had Pork and Chickpea stew, but it smelled delicious. The dining room chef seldom had leftovers, but this was the exception. the Face of Everyman was pleased with how well it went over with the denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Cheeky spent most of the morning scaring off the Dove. Food was a precious commodity and Cheeky wanted every scrap for himself. the Face of Everyman called a Council of Elders of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa tasking them to solve this problem.
The Venerable Sage was never sure about these things but, he decided to label this newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a Butter Butt. Really a Yellow Rumped Warbler but that’s getting too technical.
As the gangster went down for the third time in the frigid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa one might have heard the Face of Everyman mutter under his breath: “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.”
Slowly the Pigeons returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to admit that even he was glad to see them.
Shortly after ten pm a Miasma formed over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to ignore it but, it’s presence was too strong. It shook him to his core.
A New Cat made a surprise visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman didn’t quite get her name. Perhaps she’ll return soon.
the Face of Everyman established the UFO Investigative Team to look into the nature of this photo. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa recorded few sightings of Aliens.
It was the “old blame game” as to who got the last chip. the Face of Everyman began to worry as to the continued presence of the Gulls in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Homelessness was rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Scrubby is trying to wash off the stench of campfire smoke. the Face of Everyman had teams interviewing guests for suitable roostings.
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