Although “The Dog Days of Summer” had passed, a certain lethargy remained. the Face of Everyman wanted to erect a sign that notified all “that on this day absolutely nothing happened in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.”
the Face of Everyman sneezed, and the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was covered in gravel the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the eruption of Krakatoa in 1883.
Using the primitive x-ray techniques available at the time the Face of Everyman was able diagnose various complaints at the rural clinic. Somehow guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa rarely had serious injuries.
Little did Pembrook know that mashed potatoes disintegrated in water. Repeated tries ended the same. He spent the afternoon in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa anguishing. the Face of Everyman could only see his pristine home being defiled.
Water levels were dangerously low in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everman had expected rain or snow to replenish the water level. This was not to be this Winter. The Venerable Sage wondered if praying for rain would help.