Spikie didn’t mean to frighten the venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He just wanted to show the Face of Everyman how much his antlers had grown. Nonetheless Everyman awoke with a fright as he dimly saw Satan leering at him thru the darkness.
The judge had ordered Johnny Dark Eyes to perform thirty days of community service at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He caught the Face of Everyman unawares when he reported for duty and suggested that he begin work on the Halloween parade, party and bonfire. The thought of songbirds building a bonfire terrified the venerable sage.
Hector barely managed to leap to safety as a huge maelstrom was about to take him under to the murky depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman shook his head as he wondered where these young songbirds got their imagination.
Cheeky was in line at the Clinic just as the Sun rose over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The only one to be excused from the vaccination mandate was the Face of Everyman. His basalt exterior was nearly as hard as diamond and would break any needle. The venerable sage was resigned to his vulnerabilities and always masked up when others approached.
Most of the Flock departed wordlessly from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The was no picketing, confrontations or vandalism. the Face of Everyman was sure that they would return. He was ready to discuss their demands no matter how trivial.
On a self-guided tour of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa world famous botanical gardens one of the Flock picked up enough materials to make Okolehao. As they passed the bottle around; everybody felt happy except the Face of Everyman who seems to have been left out.
Mom always had trouble getting Baby Huey out of the water. The obstreperous child refused to give up his place, even for his Father. the Face of Everyman soon tired of this cajoling and although it was sacrosanct in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; the venerable sage pulled the plug and drained the pool. Not to worry, it would soon refill for Dad’s bath.
the Face of Everyman was unsure about this new guest to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He took a moment to scan thru the FBI‘s ten most wanted felons list before he rented a nearby roost. This guy seemed out of his normal migration pattern.
The smell of corn brought Gypsy down from the tree tops to investigate the buffet at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her raucous calls let every guest know that the Face of Everyone was, once again, shorting the rations.
A strange phenomenon was taking shape in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Songbirds which normally flock were appearing in the ones and twos. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to pry; but, he did wonder if they had no friends. Dare he ask this youngster.
