Ben and Jerry boasted about the large income tax refund they expected this year. In a sober moment they thought about starting a business; perhaps opening a store here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. When they approached the Face of Everyman seeking his wisdom; he offered: “Why not make ice cream and give the flavors irresistibly hip names?”
Mezcal
Mullard awoke cold, wet and hung over. He had slept the night somewhere on the grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His downfall began at the gala opening of a franchise fish taco stand poolside; he and others had celebrated in the Bar with Mezcal shooters till closing. Of course, as a courtesy, he was given the worm at the bottom of ever bottle. Him being a bird; and all …
Nigel
Nigel had just completed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa mandatory Life Guard training in CPR with the much coveted Heavy Surf endorsement. Yet somehow, even after rigorous training and demanding testing, he froze when a real life rescue situation occurred.
Winkem, Blinkem and Nod
The boys had learned the popular poem in class at the Montetorkie school. They had no access to a wooden shoe so they pretended that the William Wallace Memorial Stone was their make believe vessel and the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa their Misty Sea. All went well till Mom called them home for dinner. http://tinyurl.com/z99djuh
Free Speech
Mullard had always taken the right of Free Speech for granted. That is, until he spoke out against providing free barley corn for migrating flocks along the Pacific Flyway. Immediately he was set upon by one of “those”. The attack was so sharp that he leapt a foot. The words spewed by the new comer were acrimonious; vitriol was everywhere. Mullard had always thought that “those kind” ate bugs and berries. Who knew?
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