Shock Waves

It sent shock waves through out the scientific community of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. While bathing in the pristine waters, the crown of a guest slipped from his head and formed a necklace. the Face of Everyman avowed that there had never been such a case before during his tenure. The venerable sage recommended corrective surgery as soon as his feathers were dry.

Scotch

Lamont had stepped out for a bit of fresh air. He had spent the last of his inheritance on a six weeks booking at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Writers block kept him from finishing the great American novel that he knew he had in him. the Face of Everyman suggested a bottle of good single malt scotch.

Maelstrom

Hector barely managed to leap to safety as a huge maelstrom was about to take him under to the murky depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman shook his head as he wondered where these young songbirds got their imagination.

Blast Off

Despite being a stand up comic and one of the wealthiest birds in North America J P hated to have anyone watch bathe. He had half a mind to buy the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and fire everyone. A couple of his buddies were going to blast off in their rockets soon; he’d send that silly chunk of basalt, the Face of Everyman along to record the event.