the Face of Everyman called Mullard aside and broke the grave news as gently as he could: “Half of the House Sparrows in European capitals had disappeared. Studies have produced no reason. There has been no sign of your cousin Louie.” Flags at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be flown at half staff for thirty days.
Family Fun Day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a joy to behold. the Face of Everyman always welcomed young swimmers especially when accompanied by a parent or responsible minor.
Louie knew it was considered bad form to bring nesting materials to the lounge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he had a mighty thirst. the Face of Everyman looked on in disbelief. The hospitality folks would pay a brief visit to Louie’s nest and re-indoctrinate he and the Mrs.
Summer stock theater was big at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above are try-outs for Othello. the Face of Everyman knew he would have trouble selecting the right Iago.
Try outs for the forthcoming Water Ballet were going well at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleasantly surprised when Mullard, the grounds keeper, showed an amazing aptitude for this difficult dance step, the Brise’.
Just when the coveted AAA Hotel/Resort Safety Award seemed all but won, the Face of Everyman saw it slip from his grasp. A poolside accident dashed his hopes. Security at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was directed to remove this scene from their recordings. A “spot” advertisement for a adult beverage was inserted to fill the gap.
Andrew was tall for his age. When the renown Montetorkie School of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa started to accept new pupils he was added to the second grade class. the face of Everyman felt sure that he would be a good fit.
Dad was trying to get Junior to learn the importance of personal hygiene. the Face of Everyman felt sorry for the kid. Although the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is located in the “banana belt” of the Pacific flyway the venerable sage had seen inch thick ice in winters past. His stone cold heart went out to the little nipper.
Fitzhugh hated it when the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had mosquito abatement day. A larvacide was applied and allowed to dissolve. That might take days. Couldn’t the Face of Everyman just pay him to eat the mosquitos when they hatched?
It was time for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual civil service exams. the Face of Everyman proctored. The simple yes or no answers perplexed even the most qualified for the post.
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