Cheeky wasn’t sure that there was any point in remaining at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had suspended serving the sumptuous buffet due to the recent health scare. Yet, something told him to keep his room key until things could be sorted out.
Cheeky was learning new survival skills. It seems that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now hosted conflicting cultures. the Face of Everyman was unsure as to how to provide the best of both worlds to a squirrel and a cat dressed as a clown. Management expected a full report by noon. Everyman’s Golden Handshake seemed to slip ever further from his grasp.
Cheeky wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was under Flood Watch conditions. Somehow the Face of Everyman did not appear concerned. Maybe he wasn’t aware enough to understand the dangers.
With a ferocity that surprised him, Chucky charged the two Crows before they had worked up the courage to drive him off from the delicious buffet set out by the staff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was relived that he didn’t have to intercede.
Sharky’s medical plan didn’t cover Light Therapy Boxes for use in remote settings like the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His Seasonal Affective Disorder had to be self-managed under the watchful eye of the Face of Everyman. Each morning Sharky would face the Sun for twenty minutes. Slowly his youthful rambunctious self returned.
Chatter Box stopped by to wish the Face of Everyman a Happy Holiday. This time of year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa folks volunteered for committees. So many had come forth already that the only spot open for Chatter Box was on the avalanche rescue team.
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.
Battle lines were clearly drawn here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman regretted distributing the good stuff this early in the day. Waiting for the lunch crowd to assemble would have been a much better idea; less conflict.
“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.
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.
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