Raspberry felt uncomfortable with that trio behind him, each giving him the Evil Eye. the face of Everyman commented that this pool games hour at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and that perhaps he would be asked to join them. Was he any good at Marco Polo? Sharks and Minnows?
Archenemy
Lefty had at long last caught up with Mullard. They were archenemies. the Face of Everyman defused the confrontation by inviting each to sign up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Saturday Night Fights. Grudge fights were usually billed just before the title matches. Personal quarrels worked the crowd into a frenzy; if there was one.
Ablutions
Momma was a strong believer in cleanliness. Baby Silvester was trying to be good boy but the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt like ice. She kept insisting that he scrub behind his ears. Dad was dripping wet and his teeth were chattering which only added to the drama of the family’s morning ablutions. the Face of Everyman tried to look away.
Low Tide
Tide tables were almost impossible to construct for the magical place known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This month of January contained two full moons which confounded even the most sophisticated super computers. Scooter had hoped to find something interesting. Alas, the tide was flooding back. the Face of Everyman suggested he return about 2 AM and bring a flashlight.
Tag
Mullard was enjoying the warm waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He shared the bright morning sunlight with the Face of Everyman but such pleasures were not to last. Cheeky, the squirrel, wanted to play tag. For some inexplicable and ungodly reason Mullard was it. For now “M” sought refuge on a nearby chimney top.
Fishing
The Bucket Bros. Catch and Release had been fishing since dawn without success. In fact, “C” wasn’t sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had stocked the pond. the Face of Everyman assured them that “fish abound in these waters”. To back up his claim he offered to loan them two of his award winning Royal Coachman tied flies adding that a few cleaned and dressed fish would be payment enough.
DNA
It became fashionable at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to have your DNA analyzed. Now Gaylord wished that he hadn’t. the Face of Everyman could have spared “G” the expense. One glance and the venerable sage could have been as accurate as the laboratory computer. A high percentage was House sparrow, followed by lesser amounts Grosbeaks and Finches. The “kicker” was a trace of Cedar Waxwing. Poor Gaylord, his grandfather took away his trust fund, golf club privileges and wrote him out of the will.
Cosmic
As Cosmic forces swept the Earth, no place was more effected than the imaginary bird land known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Amateur scientists estimate that gravity momentarily increased ten-fold. Seen above in a clip from the security camera is Mullard, a local, unable to resist this force and escape. Even the Face of Everyman regretted the few extra pounds he had gained lately because of his new craving for pumpkin pie.
Waiting
The mist maker was temporarily removed from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. County Health was reviewing the facts surrounding the Face of Everyman’s rapid on set of PTSD attributed to this new feature. Disappointment ran high with local song birds and guests who seemed little effected by traumatic episodes of repressed long term memory. Most hung around expectantly until lunch was served on the patio.
Terpsichore
Daily new families brought their offspring to learn the basics of life. Poor little Terpsichore had trouble living up to her name. Seemingly the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered the ideal space to develop skills. the Face of Everyman suggested that Dad hold off on buying that new bicycle until his daughter had mastered jacks, hop scotch, the jump rope and roller skates. Mom started to feel a bit anxious about having more children; at least for now.
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