Lombardy had never met a stale French Fry that he didn’t like. Three was even better. This was a rare find at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The village fast food franchise was over a mile away and only the Face of Everyman ever ordered takeout.
Despite being a stand up comic and one of the wealthiest birds in North America J P hated to have anyone watch bathe. He had half a mind to buy the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and fire everyone. A couple of his buddies were going to blast off in their rockets soon; he’d send that silly chunk of basalt, the Face of Everyman along to record the event.
Government surveillance continued on these two perps. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was careful who was allowed on the premises. the Face of Everyman was alarmed to learn that each of these two guests had rap sheets as long as his arms. The two were arrested that afternoon; charged with conspiracy. Their apprehension went unnoticed by the busy lunch crowd.
The Grand Midway had opened at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Just as it was their turn to board the Ferris wheel, little Fettswhaller was hungry and demanded to be fed. the Face of Everyman offered a box of popcorn; but, his words went unheeded. Mother Nature was in charge here.
Johnathan always thought there was something divine about his spirit and soul. Although he had been hatched here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as had everyone else; he still felt special. Trouble was that every time this feeling acted out, the only spectators were his brother Joe and the Face of Everyman. Somehow this didn’t seem fair.
The school yard fight continued. Each contestant saying that his father was the best father in all of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Things continued as always until the Face of Everyman reminded everybody that both had the same father. By standers pretended that they hadn’t heard the venerable sage; they wanted to see fierce action.
This would have to be labeled an anomaly. the face of Everyman had to report a gain in the pigeon census. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now seemed to be attracting the riffraff. The venerable sage could only assume that this addition was a casual encounter and a count closer to five or six would be in his next report.
The Great Rothschild spent his summer afternoons developing his stage routine of silhouette art. Seen above he is entertaining the luncheon crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman marveled at how accurate and life-like each silhouette appeared. The fearsome eagle was a real crowd squealer.
A rough gang of Pine Siskins had taken control of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They demanded tribute before any could bathe in the life giving waters. Reluctantly the Face of Everyman was forced to call in a couple of Crows to bust up this bunch of crooks.
Father Robin confronts evil where ever he finds it. Seen above, he courageously drives off two scoundrels bent on making mischievous in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman is always pleased when someone else does his heavy lifting for him.
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