After a brief period of being comatose Mullard awoke to discover that he had mastered Tibetan Throat Singing. His thunderous tones resonated thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. None could be more surprised than the Face of Everyman for it was one of the few skills that the venerable sage had never mastered.
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.
The regular session of the Montetorkie school at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had concluded. Now with the whole Summer in front of them these young chaps were already bored in the first hour after lunch. Only Aristotle had signed up for Summer classes. He was weak in Applied Thermodynamics and had enrolled on the promise of the Face of Everyman to tutor him.