Sportsman

With hours and hours of free time on his hands, Cheeky brought back his favorite game: beat the shutter. He would jump in front of the security camera and expect that the high speed shutter wouldn’t get an image. the face of Everyman kept score. Cheeky was still champion high scorer of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sportsman Club.

Drowned Rat

“Drowned Rat, indeed”. Egbert didn’t care what he looked like; these Sunflower seeds were not going to be left rotting in the rain. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had enjoyed several days of rain. The meager rations distributed by the Face of Everyman were there to be eaten by somebody. Better he than those stupid pigeons.

Peanut Butter

Who would have thought that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Food Bank would be closed on a holiday. Cheeky, a Veteran himself, was looking forward to an extra jar of peanut butter. the Face of Everyman regretted not planning ahead. Guilt made him lay out a few cases of suet and seed from his private stock reserved for heads of state and royal visits.

Half Rations

Cheeky was unhappy with the news that for the foreseeable future meal tickets would be honored at half-rations at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It seems that the creative accounting used by the Face of Everyman had caught up with him. It would be election day before this mess could be straightened out. Cheeky tried to relax and remember where he had buried those macadamia nuts from last Christmas’ swag bags.

Lab Rat

Bosworth was mortified to learn that he would not be asked to return to prestigious Laboratory for Mammalian Studies. He loved that easy life: good food, pass a few challenging tests and spend the rest of the time swapping lies with fellow inmates. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had long been the recruiting source. the Face of Everyman helped by vetting worthy candidates. Bosworth just might switch careers. The Law seemed popular. Everyman recommended LSAT Prep. He had an opening in his night class.

Hoi Polloi

Lester yelled down to his buddy, “Hey check out this cool pad.” the Face of Everyman shuddered while trying to remember that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was open to all creatures; even the hoi polloi. Returning to his nap took longer than usual, even for the venerable sage.