Little Prestwick was always humming show tunes. Today what could be more apropos than “Singing in the Rain”? As dark clouds rolled across the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and intermittent showers fell, the little guy entertained the Face of Everyman ad nauseam.
the Face of Everyman always felt like an imposter, a fraud if you will; if he took the confession of a small songbird. The “circuit rider” Preacher was out there somewhere tending to another remote congregation. He was due next week but Toby felt that he had to get something off his chest. Everyman agreed to hear the confession. After all, how sinful could Toby be? Yikes! It was a mistake to assume anything. The venerable sage hear the bird’s confession of sins. Penitence and atonement could be discussed next week.
Saturday was the season opener on Water Beetles and Soft Shell Scarabs in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa recreational foraging area. Dexter had had his fill of suet feeders. No more! He was after real food; bugs. the Face of Everyman turned a blind eye to the utter disregard for species and size limitations as every nook and cranny was picked clean.
The factory representative was very condescending. He assured the Face of Everyman and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that there was nothing wrong with the security camera. It seemed to be working properly and perhaps, just perhaps, the kindly ol’ pensioner, in his dotage might not have set the delicate instrument to the proper values. At those words, bystanders gave a collective gasp in disbelief.