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.
Torment
Play Time
To pass the time in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa scary silhouettes were displayed. Some were even too much for the Face of Everyman.
Fire hose?
True to his word the Face of Everyman had the pond at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa filled. Not without a degree of personal discomfort.
Prayer
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.
Nothing
Some days there is nothing to report from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, there would be time for a nap by the Face of Everyman.
Peace and Quiet
What could be better than a nice quiet Fall Day in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? thought the Face of Everyman.
Calm
It was the calm before the storm that often worried the Face of Everyman. What would become of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa without his guiding hand?
Thugs
the Face of Everyman awoke in a start, not knowing which way was up. Those twin Raccoons had twirled him around and around. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no place for such hooligans.
Sludge
Slowly the pumps lost pressure at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The once pristine waters filed with algae. the Face of Everyman began to notice a stench.
Summit?
Did the Face of Everyman hear it or just imagined it that the next summit would be held at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?
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