Each day former lodgers of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa stopped to say hello to the Face of Everyman. Robespierre was noncommittal about whether or not the venerable sage would get to meet any of his new family. Container plantings purchased by the kindly ol’ pensioner didn’t really have enough undergrowth for good nest building. Perhaps, he and Cozette, would return when the plantings offered more mature cover.
Police detectives from the village circulated this file photo of Robespierre. There had been inquires from guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa about bogus social media stock purchased from a bird fitting his description. the Face of Everyman “vaguely” remembered printing a few artfully engraved stock certificates. In fact he took a flyer and bought a hundred shares. Naturally, in awkward situations like this, the venerable sage remained mute.
Rosecrans was out on parole. The village magistrate had granted an early release for Christmas. He had to promise not to do scams or bilk guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew in his heart that things weren’t going to go right when within days “R” was selling time shares. He got top dollar for every Aerie.