Dossier
Bedraggled
The weather recon Crow flew in ahead of the gathering storm. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was advised to batten down the hatches. the Face of Everyman announced that sandbags would be available in the parking lot.
Boorish
Poindexter wasn’t sure of the rules; but surely brushing your teeth in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was in poor taste. the Face of Everyman spoke sharply to the boorish quest.
Time Share
Instantly Paisley regretted having sold his Foggy Bottoms Time Share. Now all things skiing were lost to him. the Face of Everyman offered a ski package; but that was not the same thing. Oh, woes me.
Manna?
Big Buck knew that somebody up there liked him: who else would scatter cracked corn about the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hadn’t accounted for such a large hunger to dig into his budget.
Clinic?
Cheeky was back from vacation; he spent a few weeks at Rescue Missions where injured squirrels were left to recover. the Face of Everyman applauded such actions, but the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa already had one clinic and could not afford a second.
Nose job?
The Bergdorf twins routinely left the Face of Everyman with his nose out of joint. The kindly ol’ pensioner just as routinely twisted it back. After all he was the face of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Lightning and Lava
Dawn broke clear and quiet over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Last night’s thunder and lightning were just memories. the Face of Everyman recalled the days of his youth on the flanks of Mt Mazama. In those days there was plenty of lightning and lava; enough for everybody.
Not Our Cat
Not Our Cat was in the news again; he had broken his parole and was hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had warned him of the consequences: solitary confinement.
Ruminants
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