Born with a face that only a mother could love, little Damian tried to make friends where ever he went. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was filled with new fledglings, however none seemed to want to play. the Face of Everyman seemed just as stand offish. This would be Damian’s fate. Downhearted he returned to his murmuration.
Bastrop was a gifted impersonator. Seen above he is working the lunch crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He held them under his sway for a full hour and then did twenty minutes of encore requests. the Face of Everyman was a bit embarrassed at how life like and spot on was Bastrop’s rendition of the venerable sage himself.
This Demonic Spawn of Evil attempts to draw Father Robin into a theological discussion. Luckily the Face of Everyman is present and can ward off twists of circular logic. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is indeed fortunate to have this carved chunk of basalt as manager.
Slime-ball was withering under the unwavering glare of Miss Rowena. She wasn’t about to bathe with this jerk around. She would appeal to the Face of Everyman except that he never did what was expected of his managerial position. She might suggest that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa recruit a new leader. “A new broom sweeps clean.” Mom used to say.
For one brief moment Carlisle saw the Angle of Death hovering over his shoulder. He had thought that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a safe haven for all creatures. He tensed; awaiting the fatal blow. It never came. Harsh words from the Face of Everyman blunted the unwarranted attack.
the Face of Everyman felt a cold chill settle upon him. He knew better than to turn around and find the cause; for even in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there could be found evil. The ghost like figure was the spawn of evil.
From time to time a gang of thugs passed thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Few, if any, were caught on the security camera. the Face of Everyman called for a full investigation.
The Pacific Flyway always seems to have it’s share of troublemakers. Jagger’s arrival at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa made life no easier for the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage was powerless to deal with this roving thug; many of the security forces were in self isolation due to the pandemic.
Kennewick was a “dreamer”. As the scion of immigrants he was sensitive to the slights from others. Even the desk clerk when he booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa almost ignored him. the Face of Everyman smiled, but put off conversation until tomorrow. It was hard to find something to like in a European Starling.
The world seemed full of evil these dark days of the Avian Flu. Seen above are two notorious villains who visit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their control over the natural order of things suggests to the Face of Everyman that these infamous birds have caused the Spring of Eternal Giving to stop flowing. Will his mind be strong enough to counter their evil?
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