It was nearly time for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Labor Day parade to start. Mullard had allowed his precision drill team to relax a bit while waiting their turn to show their stuff to the holiday crowds. the Face of Everyman hoped that this rowdy group would soon form up and get off of his face.
The Grand Midway had opened at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Just as it was their turn to board the Ferris wheel, little Fettswhaller was hungry and demanded to be fed. the Face of Everyman offered a box of popcorn; but, his words went unheeded. Mother Nature was in charge here.
Johnathan always thought there was something divine about his spirit and soul. Although he had been hatched here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as had everyone else; he still felt special. Trouble was that every time this feeling acted out, the only spectators were his brother Joe and the Face of Everyman. Somehow this didn’t seem fair.
The IRS audit revealed that Mullard had unreported earnings as a martial arts instructor at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Taekwondo. The respect he had earned from his students was such that they rushed to his aid to pay the fines and back taxes owed. the Face of Everyman knew that there was a lesson to be learned here. Now, to make some friends.
Little Bobby was first in to the pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was opening day of the summer festivities. the Face of Everyman knew it was going to be a long hot season. To calm himself he tried square breathing.
Mullard had been sent out for more nesting material. Enroute home he stopped for drink at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After several beers he lost track of his mission and headed home. The discarded straw sank slowly to the bottom of the lagoon. the Face of Everyman shuddered to think what all lay at the bottom.
Elrod had been a stellar student, 4.0 GPA, Eagle Scout and class president. Slowly his mental faculties failed him and he slipped into homelessness. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Clinic could not help him. The charity of the Resort and Spa provided his only lifeline. Occasionally the Face of Everyman saved a little something to give to Elrod. Unfortunately today the venerable sage forgot.
Since hatching Cecil had cold feet. Now with all this snow it was no different. Every landing was torture. Surely life should be more pleasant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman suggested that he soak his feet in the thermal pools for fifteen minutes before foraging.
Songbird singing tryouts began auspiciously on a sunny afternoon at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Mullard one of the oldest employees, was asked to be first. His repertoire was vast but he stuck with a few old favorites: “Ode to a Spring Morning” and “This be my nesting territory.” The judges gave him three nines; a score hard to beat. the Face of Everyman was pleased to see that festivities were off to a good start.
A new fad began in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Songbirds would flash their underbellies at the Face of Everyman. He would then interpret the ink blot image presented. He had spent time studying with Hermann Rorschach in Switzerland over a hundred years ago. It seems like just yesterday to the venerable sage.
