the Face of Everyman cleverly balanced the books by serving his stock of rancid birdseed. Mostly it was the deer who enjoyed the largesse of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Birds found it too tangy for them.
Rancid
Cat
Not Our Cat started visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on a regular basis. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that this was a UNESCO World Heritage Site and hunting and killing were not permitted.
Famine?
An angry crowd gathered outside the boundaries of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa demanding more birdseed be made available. What was the Face of Everyman to do? Open the reserve granaries? Those were kept in case of famine. Besides Raccoon weren’t birds.
Searching
With the dearth of avian activity, the kindle ol’ pensioner was forced to use a file photo of Boots searching for something to eat outside the boundaries of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman got a good night’s sleep; for once.
Fresh Paint
Bellicose was unsure of himself as he entered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was that a Doe who was ready or was that the smell of fresh paint on the manor house? the Face of Everyman suggested that he return after the paint had dried.
Help!
Randolph tried to ignore the ridiculous orientation of the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage’s cries for help had gone unanswered all night. Where was Security when you needed them?
Aggression
Who else but one of the Bergdorf twins would take out their aggression on the vital supply line of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hopped that the engineers could repair damage.
War-torn?
If there was anything Mullard hated it was frivolity, especially here in the war-torn Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman awoke at the suggestion that this vast estate was under siege.
Earthquake
It was a mild earthquake, but Isabella needed a stiff drink, nonetheless. A 4.3 on the Richter scale was nothing to treat lightly. Even though this was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, and maybe the Face of Everyman had no control over natural disasters; it left her shaken. What was a girl to do?
Wildlife II
Mr. Possum found it peaceful in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa this time of night. The manor house painters had stowed their ladders and brushes; even the Face of Everyman had found time for a nap.
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