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.
An eerie shroud fell over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This talk of setting clocks back had the effect of stopping time itself. Even the Face of Everyman felt concern. Maybe this was when time really did stop.
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.
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.
Health Inspectors arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in response to a new wave of diseases sweeping the Pacific Flyway. the Face of Everyman agreed to suspend feeding, though it was the hallmark of his celebrated service. He assured the inspectors that any feeders would receive a through cleaning. The venerable sage picked up the lunch tab for the two and saw them off with a friendly wave.
Bradley was disappointed in the haircut he received at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Communal barber shop. He tried to stir up interest in hiring a professional. The venerable sage protested that there wasn’t money in the budget. Besides, it will grow out before mating season.
In a drenching rain Bobby was skillfully able to make a safe landing. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was under a flood watch. High winds and heavy rains made life difficult; even for the Face of Everyman who barely managed to keep his head above water.
Hudson was excited. Schools were reopening soon and he could attend. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Montetorkie School had been extensively retrofitted with the latest in equipment to separate students and have adequate ventilation. the Face of Everyman could be justifiably proud of his stewardship of the best educational system along the Pacific Flyway.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered guests free skiing lessons during the snowy periods of winter. Looking ahead the Face of Everyman saw that this kid wouldn’t even make it down the Bunny Slope.
Wesley was a keen observer. He had spotted the rabbit almost the day that it had stepped from the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His report to the Face of Everyman was timely and terse. The venerable sage shared that: “That was Harvey, the white rabbit. He was assigned as a poll watcher and would be with them for the next two weeks.”
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