The audience was in the palm of her hands as Natacha performed for the lunch time crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was thrilled to have this renown ballerina perform.
The Easter services seemed longer than usual because the Doves practiced their fate to a greater degree than most. Songs of praise filled the Ampitheater. Amens and Hallelujahs echoed across the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Genuflections rocked the Face of Everyman.
Cheeky spent most of the morning scaring off the Dove. Food was a precious commodity and Cheeky wanted every scrap for himself. the Face of Everyman called a Council of Elders of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa tasking them to solve this problem.
Borus and Natacha were in the New Year’s merry maker’s crowd but failed to acknowledge the Face of Everyman. He was so busy that he failed to notice the slight. Such was life in the new years at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The Crow makes a peaceful sign of willingness to share, but the timid Dove is reluctant to step forward. It could be a trick. the Face of Everyman watched closely but couldn’t intervene.
Natacha stopped by to check her mail before the big storm. the Face of Everyman tried to engage her in conversation about the coming ballet at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, but she reminded him that she had retired from dancing.
Milsap kept referring to Boris and Natsha as Eurotrash. Little did he know that they were gifted artists here on a guest visa. the Face of Everyman felt privileged that they even hung around; eating the dreck he served.