The Starling was miffed; he had missed the Easter egg hunt. “Was there any chocolate left over?” he asked. the Face of Everyman was afraid to respond with the truth. He wasn’t going to share.
Grady had the authority to remove the coveted stars from the rating of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Low pond levels was a sure-fire nonstarter for any resort. the Face of Everyman assured the inspector that water levels would rise soon and to appropriate levels.
A small flock of Gangsters showed up and for once behaved themselves. the Face of Everyman was pleased but wary. He had the reputation of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to uphold.
Few things spoiled the day of the Face of Everyman than the arrival of one of the Gangsters to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. More were sure to follow as smoke from forest fires blanketed the Pacific Flyway.
the face of Everyman thought it odd that this bird visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in such low numbers. Time would tell as Spring became more entrenched in the Pacific Flyway.
As the gangster went down for the third time in the frigid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa one might have heard the Face of Everyman mutter under his breath: “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.”
It was obvious to the Face of Everyman that these two gangsters were plotting mayhem. They always flocked to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to smooth the rough edges off of their plots.
A new visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; now drunk on Cantaloupe wine, nearly becomes the first fatality of the New Year. the Face of Everyman waited a decent amount of time before calling the EMTs.
the Face of Everyman didn’t want to seem unkind but those were the ugliest fledglings he’d seen in years. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa prided themselves on beauty. The venerable sage hoped that their parents came soon to lead them back to the roost.