House Sparrow

His horoscope predicted another bad hair day. The sauna at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was having the rocks replaced. A task the Face of Everyman oversaw personally. Maybe tomorrow.

Jubilation liked to relive the Civil War with hypothetical questions and prepositus answers. Characters like him were a dime a dozen at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was forced to listen. What else could he do?

It was open mic night at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Mullard’s jokes were dull and overused. The hecklers were in the crowd and made it all the more difficult to perform. the Face of Everyman called the next performer on stage. Mullard closed with a bow. Also, a vow “never again.”

Every time Larry got drunk, he put a dent in the ambience of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would rant against the oft pious attitude of the Face of Everyman. What was the venerable sage to do? He had a position to uphold.

The dentist had cautioned Mullard to not eat or drink till the Novocaine had worn off. Poor Mullard he never took seriously what any Doctor said in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt sorry for birds as stupid as Mullard. For now, he couldn’t drink; would he bite his tongue next?

Fighting after school was a family trait in the Mullard household. So much so, that Dad was sorta’ proud of little Henry. Blackeye and all. the Face of Everyman withheld his comments.

The blinding flash awoke Badstrap. Had he been sleep walking? Strange things happened in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after sundown. the Face of Everyman could attest to many. Some he slept thru.