the Face of Everyman awoke to discover everyone was off to the No Kings protest. Political activism had never been his thing. Yet he supported the zeal shown by the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Songbirds were good people.
Rally
Job?
Onyx didn’t know who to thank for this most excellent meal. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always tried to take care of its own. the Face of Everyman would have liked a little recognition but was satisfied that, so far, AI hadn’t threatened his job.
Nap time.
What was this world coming to? Nobody seemed to want that chunk of pasta stuck to the nose of the Face of Everyman. He would lose face if he asked help from one of these small creatures who inhabited the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Venerable Sage decided to let Fate have a hand in solving this problem as he drifted off to sleep.
Teething?
Bobby could feel his antlers starting to grow. This seemed untimely as it was near the end of rutting season in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could offer no advice; just watch and wait.
Pest
Not Our Cat was becoming a pain in the neck. His presence prevented the songbirds from their daily habits of eating and bathing. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would lose its triple A rating if this kept up. the Face of Everyman was considering calling ICE but thought better of it. Maybe calling the Animal Shelter for Feral Cats was a better idea.
Mission Accomplished
The request was simple. “Was there more suet?” The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was known for its quality suet cakes. They provided sustenance over the dark Winter months for the good folks hereabouts. the Face of Everyman would see to it that feeders were filled right away.
Roadkill?
The image is grainy, but forensics declared it most likely a Rat caught by Lil’ Pogo. That was one less to seek refuge in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased.
Gangsters
The Gang of Seven moved in and acted as tho’ this was a free swim day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt powerless to deal with these gangsters.
Snooze?
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a hotbed of political controversy. The closer to the Midterms the louder the Robins argued. the Face of Everyman rarely got a peaceful nap.
Returns
This wasn’t the homecoming Elizbeth was expecting. The tide was out; the pumps had stopped. Was her Montetorkie school still standing? She asked the Face of Everman if her old job was still available. The school board was awaiting the outcome of the Midterms. Was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa ever going to return to its previous glory?
