Grub

Wilbur wasn’t sure he liked Mac’n Cheese. He circled it several times trying to remember his broken childhood. the Face of Everyman encouraged him to clean up the feast. Sea Gulls were becoming a pest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Handicapped

Everyone was pleased when Three-legged Marge made to her seat before the MLK, Jr. march commenced. the Face of Everyman had set-aside ADA seating for the occasion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa took care of its own.

Fondue?

Crenshaw stuffed his beak with cheese rather than let the scavenger steal it. the Face of Everyman was at a loss to thwart these intruders. He would review his options. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed to be a safe haven for songbirds and even crows.

Koi?

In a moment of quiet desperation, Kilgore muttered “When are they going to stock this pond?” Perhaps only the Face of Everyman heard. It fell on deaf ears. Management would never okay that cost for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Interlopers

Strangers gained access to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was going to have to secure the secret portal. He wondered if he should remove the signs to prevent more gatecrashers.