The face only a mother could love. Pogo, once again asked the Face of Everyman about food. The Foggy Bottoms
Resort and Spa had forgotten one of its oldest citizens and a veteran at that.
Affection
Devilish
The dreaded parasite birds had returned to the tranquil Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew that untold families would unknowingly raise these demons offspring.
Hunger
Bingo was hungry and the fetid smell of bird droppings suggested that food was at hand. The klaxon of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa announced the intruder. the Face of Everyman remained as still as possible as he dialed 911 with his mind.
Mung sprouts
Lester started a new diet. Bean Sprouts seemed the answer. Door Dash found the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to deliver the order. the Face of Everyman himself had considered a new diet; blood red beef ranked as a good choice.
ZZZ
As time went on the Face of Everyman kinda liked these guys. Of all the guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa they never once asked for clean towels.
Etiquette
Once again, in a rare moment, there was proof of more than one squirrel inhabiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it only proper to request an introduction.
Summer
At last, thought the Face of Everyman, some males in full display. Summer in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed assured.
Specter?
“Holy Moly.” cried the little songbird. “Are you a Vulture?” Strange things are seen in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Just ask the Face of Everyman.
Competition
Bosworth sensed that he was no match for the competition. Maybe he’d just head North along the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman urged him to remain and nest in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. There was room for all; even those second best at courting.
Trophy Shot
Lancelot posed for a trophy shot. This one would go in the record book. Everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be proud to know him. the Face of Everyman asked how many 8×10’s he wanted.
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