It was time to set out the suet for our new guest. the Face of Everyman had everything at the ready. He wanted to be thought of as a great host and the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as a second home. The weather was changing. Snow was in the forecast.
Best he could tell that bird was a Yellow Tailed Warbler. The bird had a way to go before the plumage was true but for now the Face of Everyman was fairly confidant. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa played host to so many varieties it was hard to be sure.
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.
Sushi made her presence known to the Venerable Sage. New faces were showing up in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was concentrating on the Great Backyard Bird Count and didn’t respond as he should have. Poor Sushi.
The Party Committee for the Lunar New Year’s party were at odds as to whether to hire a dancing lion. Lions weren’t welcome in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman recalled the last time a lion was invited, he ate half the revelers.
Ozwald scampered away with a mouth full of pasta. The whole clan relished Italian cuisine. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa tolerated the Crow Clan an emblem that inspired even the Face of Everyman.
the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. The hot breath of POGO was blowing right on him. Apparently, the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wasn’t big enough for the both of them.
The venerable sage couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this an aberration or the proverbial “early bird”? the Face of Everyman thought this a first for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Super Bowl Sixty was to become a memorable event. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosted game day party but ran out of dip before kickoff. the Face of Everyman was without resources to deliver more.
Strangely POGO encountered a handful of uneaten beans in the very heart of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He gave them a wide berth is if they were poisoned. the Face of Everyman regretted their presence: sweepings after a cowboy themed wedding.
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