Cooler weather and smoky skies caused Filmore to descend to near sea level. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided the idea resting spot till the smoke abated. An influx of guests caused the Face of Everyman to advertise for more staff.
The Blue Complainer has returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He couldn’t look the Face of Everyman in the eye. The entire resort was aware of his constant complaints about food and accommodations.
Brenton had been reluctant to add the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to his Fall itinerary. The food was bad and the service worse. He was better off foraging behind the pet store in the village; at least their floor sweepings contained fresh seed. Both he and the Face of Everyman avoided eye contact.
Sparky was downhearted; there was little corn left when he arrived at the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “What kind of sick mind would treat songbirds in this fashion?” he thought. the Face of Everyman read these thoughts and felt hurt; but budget constraints didn’t allow for better grades of corn.
Beloxi was a skilled imitator. Her near perfect sound of a raptor cleared the feeding grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Alas, there were nothing but dregs. She loudly chastised the Face of Everyman for his lack of planning of the Mother’s Day brunch. The venerable sage, caught unawares, quickly ordered the buffet to be set up and flowers at each feeding station.
This long term couple seem to squabble over everything. Annually the Face of Everyman suggests couples therapy if only to preserve the peace in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The food fight in the school cafeteria had left bread crumbs scattered everywhere. Salome wasn’t happy about eating leftovers but she knew that anything offered by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was better than what she had at home in fridge. the Face of Everyman continued to nap while Salome muttered her dissatisfaction about everything.
Sparky surveyed the luncheon buffet offerings at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It wasn’t long before he realized that there was nary a pine seed nor acorn in the mix. Disheartened he flew to the nearest tree top and yelled obscenities at the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage pretended not to hear a word of the diatribe.
For months secret Jet Pack tests had been conducted by the Face of Everyman. The pre-dawn hours at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were ideal. Few spectators even realized the import of these tests to National Security.
the Face of Everyman awoke from his nap to discover a veritable invasion of noisy Jays gleaning the choices morsels of holiday largess courtesy of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He addressed them sharply; suggesting that they return to their mountain top conifers.
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