Some of the Guys were starting to get anxious. None of the Gals had arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Maybe they went on to Canada suggested the Face of Everyman in a mocking tone; quite out of character. The Guys continued to grouse about the lack of feminine companionship. They had been “batching it” for the past week and were sick and tired of wearing their best suit everyday.
Worst Fears
The newly arrived couple had begun nesting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to shut his eyes and hold his breath as wave after wave threatened to sink him. If he’d only known that they were avid water polo players he would have recommended them to nest at the London Water Polo League; an organization he helped found.
Migrant
Vintage footage from the security cameras at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa helped identify this migrant. His passage had gone unrecorded yesterday during annual maintenance when the cameras had been set to standby. Inasmuch as the Face of Everyman was napping; he could offer little to aid the FBI sketch artists as they tried to construct a likeness from conflicting descriptions given by two casual onlookers.
Nest Builder
The Mrs. is busy building her first nest. She will use the dried grasses and sticks found nearby in the forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Construction materials are made pliable by soaking. Yada, yada, yada. the Face of Everyman didn’t care about all that kind of talk; he wanted to recount his whole litany of complaints: standing on his face, muddying the pristine waters, hogging the pool, . . .
Hologram
No one could have been more surprised than the Face of Everyman when addressed by the shimmering image. It was the Bhagwan appearing by telepathic hologram for the first time at the world famous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In a thinly veiled threat he suggested that his new commune could be established elsewhere if he only had the funds to begin construction. Everyman dug deep into his incalculble supply of cryptocurrency; thus assuring that the million or so followers of the Guru would not establish a new commune here.
Posing
A new Security Team arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with orders from Corporate to create file photos and physical measurements of every creature using the facilities. the Face of Everyman foresaw that this Machiavellian scheme could result in draconian rules. All guests were advised to avoid posing in front of the special cameras. For those blessed with new mating plumage this was an almost impossible suggestion.
Flying Circus
One of the Bergdorf twins buzzed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Flying Circus was encamped at the meadow and daring feats of flying could be seen this very afternoon. For the Face of Everyman this meant that his nap would be cut short by the hubbub of the onlookers. While anxious mothers feared that their fledglings would be lured away by the thrill being a risk taking aerial acrobat.
Orts
Hermione was always finding fault with Wycliffe. Today it was orts on his vest. This odd couple obviously planned on nesting somewhere close by in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Poor the Face of Everyman her tirades were raucous and could drown out a buzz saw. Maybe one of them would be called up for National Guard emergency duty.
Angel of Death
Dorian, an Angel of Death, had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He brazenly sat on the Face of Everyman to show his contempt. He scanned the guests to see which might be gathering nesting materials. He and Ethel had long ago given up building their own nests. Now their eggs went into the nest of others to be raised. Soon Cowbirds could be found in the nearby Casino; hooping it up, playing the Slots, free from the drudgery of parenthood.
Dumpster Diver
Lansing was hungry; he looked everywhere. Two days on half rations of dreck wasn’t enough to keep any active bird alive. Guests of the Foggy Bottoms and Spa were leaving in droves. the Face of Everyman had made his case with the kindly ol’ pensioner, imploring for the return of full rations of premium grains and seed. Delivery by drone of the “good stuff” was due any minute.
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