Chucky was alarmed. Weeds and grasses had been pulled. Favorite trees trimmed. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was being reshaped. “When will all end?”, he asked the Face of Everyman. As if the Venerable Sage really knew. “Soon.”, was his reply.
Crow children learned early to make up their own games. the Face of Everyman closed his eyes to some of the goings on in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
New adults begin to appear in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Monarch was constantly on the move seeking new mates. the Face of Everyman tried his best to sleep thru these comings and goings.
Rocky barely escaped the dreaded facial recognition camera newly installed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Dossiers had been prepared on each raccoon that in the past had harassed the Face of Everyman.
All the while Bonzo was thinking that it would be nice if the Gods provided a little Brie with the sourdough. the Face of Everyman knew that there would never be enough money in the budget for such niceties. The Trust that ran the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were notoriously tight with money.
Pogo was sure that was the same Kitty that thwarted his opportunity to feast on a rat. Now here she was blocking his way. Was this encounter going to lead to unpleasantness? the Face of Everyman warned the two combatants, “No rough housing in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.”
Nibbles lost his way again. Seen here he is asking for direction from the Face of Everyman. The vastness of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sometimes bewilders even the Venerable Sage. His directions seemed vague.
The Cracker Jack box contained no prize, but Lester knew to soak each bit of caramel corn before trying to swallow. Slowly he polluted the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had asked the canteen not to sell the product; but it was one of their best selling treats.
Lefty had long witnessed the preferential treatment that the Crows enjoyed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; he took matters into his own hands. At times, the Face of Everyman turned a blind eye to such activities and called it “hunting.”
It was a scene of absolute destruction as Merlin went berserk in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Cabana huts were overturned and seed bowls tossed askew. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure whether to call mental health or the cops.
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