Stop Over

All of a sudden, a whole squadron of Wild Canaries appeared. They had missed the lunch hour and were too early for high tea. the Face of Everyman made special arrangements with the dining hall to feed them so that they could be on their way South. He knew that they would return next year for the best in west coast nesting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Nite Owl?

It’s an hour before Sunrise and all Barney wants is a double shot Americano. Is that too much to ask? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa makes little provision for the early riser. the Face of Everyman, of course, has his own Espresso machine. He relishes that first cup.

Predict?

In a rare display of disrespect Cheeky leapt upon the image of the sacred Goddess. Does this foretell a poor 4th quarter at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman could only wonder and wait.

Fracture?

It was clear that the wing needed to be x-rayed, but the light was poor, too defused. Try as he might the Face of Everyman could not make a positive diagnosis. Try the clinic was his best suggestion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was behind the times in many areas.

Three-Legged Mom

Security footage revealed how well the scar had healed. The Matriarch’s left front paw injury looked good as new. the Face of Everyman seemed to take credit for her complete recovery. Never mind that she bathed in the healing waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Manna?

Pogo was taken aback. There before him was a Taco salad. He couldn’t believe his eyes. the Face of Everyman was green with envy. Perhaps it was sent from heaven to celebrate the Blood Moon eclipse not visible from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.