Barney was waiting for coffee to be served. It had been a hard night of hunting, and he was ready for some caffeine before heading home to roost. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure whether or not to strike up a conversation or just welcome the newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The Owl and the Face of Everyman didn’t seem to have much in common, so they passed the time in simple pleasantries. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is seldom visited by such grand birds.
Barney had finished hunting early and it was time for a well deserved soak at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luckily basalt rock is very hard otherwise Barney’s sharp talons would have made scars on the Face of Everyman. After all, his face was his fortune.
Quadriga stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a late night Aperol Spritz with the Face of Everyman. The night’s hunt had been good but he had to admit that there hadn’t been a trophy among the five. “Q” took some delight in relating a brief tale on himself. It seems that last week a Teddy Bear was left out. It was in shreds before he realized that it wasn’t a warm and cuddly mammal. The venerable sage laughed politely.
Rivers Styx, the Bounty Hunter, was out hanging wanted posters on Heathcote and other suspects. He heard the distinctive rustle of leaves and the scurry of small padded feet. His prize was near. Then, without warning, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera captured his startled image. Nearly blinded he knew that this night’s hunt was over. He headed home and in a mournful voice he let out his signature hoot: “Who Cooks For You?” Link takes you off site: http://tinyurl.com/zjxj94m
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