Hard Stuff

It had long been a rule of thumb that hard food should be soaked before being consumed. Festus applied that principal to eggshells. Even the magical waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa couldn’t perform miracles. the Face of Everyman suggested smaller bites.

Insatiable

Temple offerings to the Goddess of Perpetual Hunger were an easy steal by the voracious. the Face of Everyman pondered whether it was sacrilegious for a non-believer to eat gifts meant for the deities. Life maintained a steady pace for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so, perhaps no matter.

ZZZ

Marmaduke loved to share and break bread with his neighbors. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a magical place so it hard to understand the Face of Everyman and his ban on food in the pristine pool.

Fears

He awoke with a start; fearing an “unkindness” of Ravens but it was only a “murder” of Crows feeding noisily. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed safe again. the Face of Everyman drifted back to sleep.

Takeout

Silvester still had a lot left on his plate. He decided to take the rest home for later. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lost more dinner ware this way. On the other hand, the Face of Everyman thought that the practice kept food out of pristine waters.

Mung sprouts

Lester started a new diet. Bean Sprouts seemed the answer. Door Dash found the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to deliver the order. the Face of Everyman himself had considered a new diet; blood red beef ranked as a good choice.