Mom was always in a hurry. She ran between garbage cans, dumpsters and backdoor pet food bowls. The tidy folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seldom left out anything worth eating for the scavengers. the Face of Everyman always had a kind word Mrs. raccoon and her hungry off spring.


Bonzo tried to imagine that the garden slug he was eating was, in fact, a delicious Koi. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa tolerated raccoons to control the population of garden pests. the Face of Everyman was pleased with his new found effect of synergy.


A cold chill ran thru Rodney’s spine as he foraged for birdseed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was an eerie sound; unearthly one could say. He scanned the horizon for signs of the threat. At last he decided it must be the Face of Everyman dreaming and snoring.


With the strength found only within incredible rage; Tyrell bit into the neutron heating device that kept the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa ice free. The loss meant frigid nights for the Face of Everyman. Amazon Prime promised delivery of a replacement by Friday.

Raccoon Rave

Bobby, Billy and Betty were out and about on Halloween. Their masks were a perfect disguise. Trick or treating had never been this much fun. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a high tolerance for mischief but, the Face of Everyman, however, knew the heartbreak of cleaning up after a Raccoon Rave.

D B Cooper

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was hit with it’s first lawsuit. The suit brought by D. B. Cooper alleged that it was unfair to post his likeness in public places in-as-much as he was on the FBI’s most wanted list. the Face of Everyman intervened by removing the offensive photos from all public places. He did leave one in the village post office where previous likenesses had been posted since his disappearance in the skies over Oregon in November 1971.

School Crossing Guard

To make ends meet Rocky, the tailless boar, had taken the job as school crossing guard for the Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Thru an administrative mix up the Face of Everyman had left Rocky’s name off of the approved entry list. Klaxons blared. Security forces responded. A scuffle ensued. AI recognition sounded recall. There was a brief apology. Old veterans should be treated more kindly.


The upheaval felt like a magnitude 7.7 on the Richter scale; a first for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The savage beast, tired of trolling, tore the Face of Everyman from his moorings in search of Crawdads or other morsels. Too deep in sleep, the venerable sage was unable to call on his special powers to ward off this attack. Dawn found him upside down and sputtering in the shallow water of the Kiddies pool.

Manor House

Westerberry left the safety of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to approach the manor house. At first it was just curiosity; but then when he saw the kindly ol’ pensioner having toast and coffee, he knew he was missing out on the good life. How could he have ever have thought that Dumpster Diving was:”La dolce vita?” He sought out the Face of Everyman to explain about the haves and the have nots.

D Day

The Old Sarge stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on his way to the D Day ceremonies. His missing tail spoke volumes as to his sacrifices to his country. the Face of Everyman never let on that the Old Sage was too young to have been in any war in recent history.