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.
In his mind Fitzhugh had never lost an argument and he seldom let an opportunity go by when he would gladly tell a naive newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the facts of the matter. Often recalling several confrontations in the moments of sharing. the Face of Everyman took this time to nap inasmuch as he would not be called upon to verify such far fetched stories.
Well, it had to happen; just as the Face of Everyman was about to go on his Sabbatical, a major intrusion of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa occurred. Klaxons, sirens and giant voice loudspeaker systems came to life. A remote IR system detected a Coyote entering the periphery of the vast sanctuary. Now the venerable sage could see himself dragged before endless Senate sub-committees to answer for this lapse in security. He wished that he had never been born.
Big Boy was back seeking more advice from the Face of Everyman. As the Hunter’s Moon approached, the competition between big males became more fierce. Big Boy wanted to leave his legacy to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Was there somewhere safe that he could take his herd?” The venerable sage tried to dodge the question. His response was a non sequitur.
Draven, scion of evil, appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, as if from no where. the Face of Everyman tried to remain calm. Draven scorned the vast flocks of his brethren as they swooped over nearby farm lands. He lived to perpetrate evil on his own. The venerable sage dare not speak first.
the Face of Everyman had been studying “fight or flight” behavior amongst the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In his monograph on the subject he categorized these two as scrappy. Indeed.
Every so often the Face of Everyman offered someone the opportunity to collect the coins at the bottom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lakes, pools and spas. Seen above is Bastrup “leaving no stone unturned.” Of course, the venerable sage asked only ten percent of monies recovered.
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