Socrates left no stone unturned as he searched for his next meal. Mice or birds, it made no difference. The bounty of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed unlimited. the Face of Everyman hastened to caution this predator that nesting birds were off limit until Thanksgiving. However it was open season on rodents until Christmas eve when all groups received a day of National Amnesty.
Hercules returned to the stage for his standing ovation. He reprized the role of Othello for the season opener of Shakespeare in the park at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman looked forward to a great box office season.
Editor’s choice is always a difficult decision. Some folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa got far more press than one would expect. Panther, for example, always persona non grata, yet the Face of Everyman kept posting her facial recognition photos from security camera footage. Perhaps her arrest was imminent?
As the Cat became fully mesmerized by the falling waters of the Spring of Perpetual Happiness it’s mind would come under the control of the Face of Everyman. Slowly the venerable sage suggested that the cat leave the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somehow such hypnotic techniques were hit and miss.
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.
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