Raccoon

In another daylight raid the culprit returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was aware of tree removal in the fringes of the Resort. Had this creature lost his home?

Everyone was pleased when Three-legged Marge made to her seat before the MLK, Jr. march commenced. the Face of Everyman had set-aside ADA seating for the occasion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa took care of its own.

In a moment of quiet desperation, Kilgore muttered “When are they going to stock this pond?” Perhaps only the Face of Everyman heard. It fell on deaf ears. Management would never okay that cost for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Barclay couldn’t believe that the fountain had stopped. It was the very signature of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman promised to have it fixed before sundown.

Three of them. “Count ’em.” cried the Face of Everyman. He knew that they were sure to harass him. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was not the happy place it pretended to be.

Signs of a desperate struggle showed on Langford’s face. His eye was gone but he had vanquished his opponent. There was peace in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa again. the Face of Everyman wasn’t going to hold his breath.

Obverse kept watch while Reverse tried to use what was thought to be a Bidet. Poor old the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had its share of kooks.