An engineer from the village came over to inspect the flooding of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He left before the Face of Everyman could ask him anything. Where is FEMA?
Alexa declared today as the Day of the Raccoon. So, in concert with her the Face of Everyman posted a file photo of a local fisherman hoping for success in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Cheeky watched in horror as this huge beast sucked up his favorite breakfast served by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had long ago given up trying to outsmart the deer.
Mom was out early. She wanted to be home before they released the hounds. There had been a lot of bad press about her kind lately. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a policy of tolerance, and the Face of Everyman wanted to maintain that as long as possible.
Under the cover of darkness Boots decided to forage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had long since been MIA. the Face of Everyman welcomed her safe return. For too long the Coyotes and Raccoons had held sway.
As the result of Fake news Ricky Raucous learned that his breed had been re-named Hoary Mugwort. How could this be? He turned to the Face of Everyman for answers. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was busy trying to correct the error.
Gale force winds couldn’t stop Rusty from getting a bath before voting. The polls were open at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was up early and needed a nap already.
Nigel was a trophy hunter. When he captured a big French Fry, he wanted to document the event. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa discouraged food in the pristine waters. the Face of Everyman knew that he would soon have to drain the lake.
Winborne was disappointed at the complete lack of edible food presented by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Maybe the deer will clean up this mess?” he thought. the Face of Everyman was once again made aware of his unconscious favoritism of the little songbirds.