the Face of Everyman tried not to laugh but . . . this poor Buck had one antler up and the other down. Good thing there was no fighting allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Disheveled
Noblesse oblige
Dispite his better judgement the Face of Everyman declared it Free Swim Day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He expected every little street urchin to soil [his] the pristine waters.
Spa
More and more destructive types entered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to what could prevent it. The creatures were lured there by the pristine waters.
Brazen
Like anyone else Ricky was curious if any morsel had been left for others. the Face of Everyman hopped that the bowl was empty and that the other creatures of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had had their fill. Feeding a burgeoning rat population was not in the budget. Sterner measures would have to be taken.
Yelp
Lefty decided that he didn’t like the same style of Tex-Mex as the resident Crows. the Face of Everyman felt that feeding cripples was a good deed. The Clinic didn’t seem able to cure them. Of course, Lefty had no left foot and there was no salve in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that could correct that infirmity.
Night Stalker
It was after two in the morning and Big Guy was still making the rounds checking for his harem. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was vast. the Face of Everyman wasn’t going to lose any sleep over this peculiar custom.
Prodigal Son
There would be rejoicing today as the much loved Not-Our-Cat returns to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. None were more surprised than the Face of Everyman. He’d written off the adventurous feline as coyote food long ago.
Shy?
No matter where he went the eye of the camera seemed to follow. Bucky felt uncomfortable. Was this harassment on the part of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman said No, it was National Security.
ZZZ
the Face of Everyman hated the theatrics. Every time a Pigeon wanted to make an announcement he acted as tho he was St Michael his self. Was there no humility to be found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?
Ginger
Ever in stealth mode Pettigrew approached the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa intent on making a clean kill of a songbird. Luckily, they all recognized the flying blob of ginger and flew to safety. the Face of Everyman reminded the visitor that there was no hunting allowed in this vast estate.
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