Mom

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Mom was out early. She wanted to be home before they released the hounds. There had been a lot of bad press about her kind lately. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a policy of tolerance, and the Face of Everyman wanted to maintain that as long as possible.

Boots

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Under the cover of darkness Boots decided to forage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had long since been MIA. the Face of Everyman welcomed her safe return. For too long the Coyotes and Raccoons had held sway.

Fake News

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As the result of Fake news Ricky Raucous learned that his breed had been re-named Hoary Mugwort. How could this be? He turned to the Face of Everyman for answers. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was busy trying to correct the error.

Trophy

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Nigel was a trophy hunter. When he captured a big French Fry, he wanted to document the event. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa discouraged food in the pristine waters. the Face of Everyman knew that he would soon have to drain the lake.

Dreck

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Winborne was disappointed at the complete lack of edible food presented by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Maybe the deer will clean up this mess?” he thought. the Face of Everyman was once again made aware of his unconscious favoritism of the little songbirds.

Under Counted

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A day after the Pigeon Census Report was submitted, the Flock arrived. Now perhaps ten or eleven pigeons were alive and well. The annual budget for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would surely suffer with the under count but over supply of voracious birds. A conundrum for the Face of Everyman.

Secrets

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Henrietta listened closely to the incantation spoken by the Sprit Goddess; it would change her life. Rarely did she speak. What little the Face of Everyman overheard could never be repeated outside the boundaries of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Birdseed

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the Face of Everyman bemoaned the fact that it was hard to attract birds to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa when the deer ate all the bird seed. He thought of asking Big Guy to right the cabana; but then thought better of it.

Revelant

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the Face of Everyman couldn’t remember the last time that he’d filed a Pigeon Census Report; no one had questioned the blank months. Maybe the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no longer relevant.