Lefty had at long last caught up with Mullard.  They were archenemies.  the Face of Everyman defused the confrontation by inviting each to sign up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Saturday Night Fights.  Grudge fights were usually billed just before the title matches.  Personal quarrels worked the crowd into a frenzy; if there was one.


Bailey sought the source of The Spring of Eternal Giving which provided much that could be called “blessings” to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  No one except the Face of Everyman knew the true origins of this EPA approved water supply.


Mullard tried to appear nonchalant as he wore his new mail order suit.  Guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could hardly suppress their tittering.  Who wore white after labor Day?  the Face of Everyman suggested that the May Day parade would be a great time to wear that suit and dazzle those city slickers.


Momma was a strong believer in cleanliness.  Baby Silvester was trying to be good boy but the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt like ice.  She kept insisting that he scrub behind his ears.  Dad was dripping wet and his teeth were chattering which only added to the drama of the family’s morning ablutions.  the Face of Everyman tried to look away.


Mullard was enjoying the warm waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He shared the bright morning sunlight with the Face of Everyman but such pleasures were not to last.  Cheeky, the squirrel, wanted to play tag.  For some inexplicable and ungodly reason Mullard was it.  For now “M” sought refuge on a nearby chimney top.


Mullard and Delilah had been in Couples Therapy since day one.  Each was intransigent.  the Face of Everyman was not making progress resolving their differences, and Mullard was not safe talking anywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa unless he felt the protection of the venerable sage.