Cheeky watched in horror as this huge beast sucked up his favorite breakfast served by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had long ago given up trying to outsmart the deer.
Horror
Gamboling
These two spent the day gamboling about in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman decried such frivolity as he returned to his NYT crossword puzzle.
Truce
Disrespect
In a rare sign of disrespect Cheeky climbed atop The Goddess of Perpetual Hunger. He later claimed that it was to drive off a pigeon. Of course, the Face of Everyman had heard that lie before. What was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa coming to?
Two?
Bargin
Cheeky agreed to pose if he could get five 8×10 glossy prints in return. the Face of Everyman agreed. The lighting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided an interesting effect.
Feng Shue
Cheeky was desperate to rearrange the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in accordance with his newfound understanding of Feng Shue. the Face of Everyman was the last to be repositioned to ensure harmony.
Woe
Cheeky was careful not to mention the obvious: that the life-giving waters at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had stopped. the Face of Everyman was well aware of the fact. It’s always something he lamented.
Acrobat
Clinic?
Cheeky was back from vacation; he spent a few weeks at Rescue Missions where injured squirrels were left to recover. the Face of Everyman applauded such actions, but the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa already had one clinic and could not afford a second.
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