It was dawn and Broadleaf hadn’t quit for the night. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always held one more mystery to be discovered. the Face of Everyman liked moving the goal posts. He toyed with the likes of Broadleaf.
Hopscotch wasn’t sure what pronouns he should adopt now that he had antlers. There weren’t many non-binary folks in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He turned to ask the Face of Everyman, but he appeared to be napping.
Mephistopheles spent most of his day in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino. He had no nest to help build. His mate laid her eggs in the nest of others to raise. the Face of Everyman never liked that scheme.
Warmer weather brought out families for a swim day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It made the Face of Everyman feel all warm and fuzzy. A rare emotion for a chunk of basalt.
Waldo was the first to arrive at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in the annual race from somewhere in Mexico to Shangri-La. He arrived in full mating colors and posed for a magazine cover shot with the Face of Everyman.
The setting Sun cast deep shadows in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A new guest in Spring colors greeted the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage was proud of his newly renovated facility. He offered a variety of roosts.
the face of Everyman had fitful dreams of the lush forests overcoming the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luckily a Garden Lady would come on Tuesday to fight back on the gross encroachment. He awoke in a cold sweat.
Security cameras detected no activity in the Foggy bottoms Resort and Spa on this quiet rainy Sunday. It was just as well as the Face of Everyman napped and dozed throughout the day.
Judging by the corn dust on his beak this Crow has been eating chips as served by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on this Cinco de Mayo. the Face of Everyman always enjoyed these international festivities.