Kyle placed the bright bits of glass where the Face of Everyman could evaluate their worth. Were they a gift? Or a bribe? It turned out that Kyle wanted to buy PPE for all those who nested at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Battle lines were clearly drawn here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman regretted distributing the good stuff this early in the day. Waiting for the lunch crowd to assemble would have been a much better idea; less conflict.
Winston brought his mid-afternoon snack to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to soften in the life giving waters. Perhaps a poem was in order. He turned to ask the Face of Everyman who feigned sleep to avoid answering.
The Crows were back to sample Sunday Brunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They remained as ill-mannered as the Face of Everyman remembered. Alas, he could think of no ploy to send them elsewhere.
The Knave of rogue traders dropped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to do a bit of trading with the Face of Everyman. Professing to know nothing of the worth of such a bauble the Crow pressed the venerable sage to make an offer. Before an agreement could be reached the gem rolled off the edge into the bottomless depths. A loss for each.
The invitation was to join the Tai Chi class yet somehow the Face of Everyman seemed threatened by the Shifu. Of course guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed all the distractions possible during this time of the pandemic. The venerable sage asked if he could just audit the class for the first few weeks.
The Crow parents left little Whippersnapper in the care of the Face of Everyman; assuring him that they would be right back. That was two days ago. Had they just forgotten that their little fledgling was waiting and hungry. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa mounted rescue team was organized and sent out to search for the deceitful parents.
There was a minor dust up at the Food Bank this morning as the Crow Family, new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, bullied their way to the head of the line. Few songbirds protested; leaving it to the Face of Everyman to sort out. To assuage the crowd; everyone got an extra ration of peanut butter.
Gradually the staff hypnotherapist was able to find the source of the frightful nightmares suffered by the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had excellent health care benefits.
Reports of widespread flooding at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa brought out national news reporters. When asked of the Face of Everyman what could be done to end these nightmares, he gargled somewhat incoherently: “Basalt lives . . . , Army Corps of Engineers . . . A commercial broke into the story and the news cycle rolled on to Spring hats at Derbies in the UK.
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