the Face of Everyman enjoyed going thru his old photo albums and selecting favorites. Above is Panther who has left a warm hearth to hunt in the December snow. Security forces of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kept a sharp eye out for this black marauder.
Cats were frequent invaders of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They ignored the numerous no hunting signs posted in seven languages. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to what to do next. This cat was one of many that was domesticated enough to wear a collar and name tag. The venerable sage often wished that the Coyotes might clean up the neighborhood.
Somehow Panther had broken free from house arrest and cut off her GPS ankle bracelet. No bird in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was safe from this relentless hunter. By the look in her eyes the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that he was safe.
Night stalkers continued to interrupt the peaceful dreams of the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a World Heritage protected site. No hunting allowed! He drafted a note of protest and would mail it off in the morning.
Hercules had returned to his old stomping grounds; the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Gone now were the warm days of Summer. Ice formed on the still waters as the Face of Everyman slept.
y Once again Lulu was on the hunt. She had left a warm hearth to search the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for field mice or any other playful meal. the Face of Everyman barely roused himself to acknowledge this frequent intruder.
Archibald is headed home after an hours long stakeout at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In his mind he ran thru a litany of complaints that had kept him from catching a bird: deer browsing, raccoons, wind & rain, blowing leaves. He had a good mind to stop by the Bodega and splurge on a can of minced canary. At least the Face of Everyman didn’t wake up and start to lecture him on the sanctity of life.
the Face of Everyman feared to open his eyes. He was afraid of what he might see. Had fearsome creatures invaded his dreams or the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Hopefully this monster would be gone by dawn.
Clara Bell saw a scene of mass destruction. No one was safe from the terror created by the Raccoons of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was all twisted about. Was this the beginning of Armageddon?
A widespread blackout plunged the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa into total darkness. The eerie quiet surprised everyone as the giant pumps stopped and the flow of the Spring of Eternal Giving dried up. Once again the Face of Everyman slept thru it all.
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