No matter where he went Larry practiced the Hokey-Pokey. Seen above he places his right foot out. Guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa thought it was for their entertainment. the Face of Everyman was growing tired of it.
Hokey-Pokey
Evil Spirit
Ol’ Butter Butt
There he was in his famous plumage. Spring must be just around the corner as more color appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Facce of Everyman couldn’t be more joyous.
Prayer
Water levels were dangerously low in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everman had expected rain or snow to replenish the water level. This was not to be this Winter. The Venerable Sage wondered if praying for rain would help.
Dismal Count
It was with a stroke of luck that the Face of Everyman remembered to take the Pigeon Count. It was a doleful Two. Had the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa fallen out of favor? Should he fudge the numbers?
Chili
Cast-off Tex-mex birdseed burnt the tongue of this hungry mammal. Terwilliger felt the burn all the way to his toes. The pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa barely cut thru the fire. the Face of Everyman agreed to erect a sign next time.
Drat!
Lefty lost balance and cursed his missing toes. the Face of Everyman was alarmed at such language being used in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Homeless?
In another daylight raid the culprit returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was aware of tree removal in the fringes of the Resort. Had this creature lost his home?
Charitable
Conroy tackled a grape the size of a beach ball. the Face of Everyman obtained the fruit from the nearby Food Bank. Luckily the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had many generous inhabitants.
Breaking Curfew
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