As Spring turned into Summer more and more fledglings spent time at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. That venerable sage, the Face of Everyman couldn’t help but remember, with a sigh, the words of an old friend: “Youth is wasted on the young.”
Young Bradley had been working to earn his Cub Scout Merit Badge in Environmental Science; but today he was no closer to achievement. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sponsored the scouting units and the Face of Everyman acted as the Unit Leader. Bradley froze during the rigorous nest building demonstration and the final exam was postponed till he felt that he was ready.
Robynn was the Poster Child for the CBT clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This poor fledgling had shown up with the worst case of ablutophobia ever seen by the venerable sage. After weeks of cognitive behavior therapy Robynn was at last free of her fears. She joyously splashed water on the Face of Everyman. His smile was so broad, his face almost cracked.
Ichabod had arrived almost a week early for most of the scheduled Easter Egg hunts. His favorites were those set at Chetzemoka Park. Wet grass and toddlers thru pre-teens stomping along in hunt for barely hidden eggs caused worms of all sizes to emerge. A veritable feast not found at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman made a simple request: “If you find a chocolate bunny; I’d be pleased to share it with you.”
Father Robin returned as the new Head Master of the Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. While he was confident in his new role, he nonetheless stopped to pay his respects to the venerable sage the Face of Everyman and ask about the student body’s feelings on such issues as Gun Control and Student Walkouts.
No one was quite sure who was the first hatchling of the New Year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but the parents of Baby Huey made sure that his photo appeared on the front page of the local paper. The photo brought smiles to most folks faces. the Face of Everyman never did understand why all the fuss; eggs hatched and nestlings fledged almost daily. Where do you draw the line?