Snow?

The word had to be spread quickly. Henretta wanted everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to know that snow was in the forecast. the Face of Everyman wasn’t so sure. It seemed too early for snow. He went back to sleep.

H5N1

Cassandra was at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for her shot. A pop-up clinic was supposed to open this morning to give shots against bird flu. the Face of Everyman thought maybe he should review his own inoculations.

Sparing

the Face of Everyman knew that these things never came off well. Rocky would spar with the sacred waters and soon fall into a deep trance-like sleep. He would awake somewhere in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; none the wiser as to how he got there. The venerable sage had seen it all before.

Combat

Thrust and Parry prepared for mortal combat or at least possession of the Spring of Eternal Giving. the Face of Everyman was tired of these macho demonstrations. Didn’t they know that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a World Heritage Site and combat of any sort was prohibited.

Contacts

It was lil’ Lollypop that first discovered that the Face of Everyman had lost one of his contact lenses. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was without an eye clinic. What was the venerable sage to do? His blue eyes were his signature trade mark on TV interviews. He’d ask a Crow to perform the delicate task; but, he feared that they would take it; thinking it a bauble.

Prayers

On a day when major religions celebrated, Henrietta made her pilgrimage to the Spring of Everlasting Giving. She prayed for two eggs, hatchlings and their fledgeing. The vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would provide the rest. the Face of Everyman became very contemplative after over hearing her prayers.

Spit and Spider Webs

Nest building require frequent trips for water. Spit, spider webs and moss were the key ingredients. Thankfully the Spring of Eternal Giving provided the spit. The Foggy bottoms Resort and Spa was the source for the rest. the Face of Everyman watched these Spring activities to the state of exhaustion. A mid-morning nap seemed appropriate.

Mime Artist

Larry billed himself as the greatest mime artist on the Pacific Flyway. Seen above he is demonstrating ice skating to the venerable sage. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered few opportunities for real ice to form; but, in this case, no matter. Ever stoic, the Face of Everyman had a soft spot in his heart for mimes.