It was game day. Algernon was asking about food concessions, and would there be feeding stations for hummingbirds? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosted many folks who had wide ranging food requirements. the Face of Everyman had, long ago decided to not cater to all.


This guy is waiting patiently for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Food Bank to open. He had been promised two jars of nectar. the Face of Everyman was trying to fill every person’s needs. Hopefully the Honey Suckle vine would flower soon.


Humphrey resented the surtax charged for feeders. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa operated at a loss much of the winter, so feeders have a surcharge on top of room rentals. the Face of Everyman had to look for every opportunity just to break even.


Zoltan waited patiently beside the Spring which fed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His foe should show himself any minute now. Finally, the Face of Everyman disclosed that several staff had been let go in a spate of downsizing. Perhaps “foe” was one?


Blakely tried to keep his fears of global warming to himself but, on every visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he had to ask the Oracle. Neither he nor the Face of Everyman liked the answer.


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.


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.


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.