Security Analyst

Sheldon had an inquiring mind but he wasn’t sure he wanted to be a security analyst here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The job was more that of a research assistant to the Face of Everyman.  It required checking leg bands and colored rings worn by guests.  The venerable sage never revealed why migration data was important.  Who even knew the location of this remote spot along the Pacific Flyway?  Most folks just stumbled upon it.


Momma was a strong believer in cleanliness.  Baby Silvester was trying to be good boy but the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt like ice.  She kept insisting that he scrub behind his ears.  Dad was dripping wet and his teeth were chattering which only added to the drama of the family’s morning ablutions.  the Face of Everyman tried to look away.


At long last the Face of Everyman had agreed to mediate disputes between the pigeons and the squirrels.  A new sense of peace embraced the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Simply put: Nuts and dried fruit were for the squirrels while millet seed and cracked corn were for the pigeons.  Deer, small birds and mice were not covered under this hastily ratified treaty.