Public comment has always been encouraged; but, when speakers go beyond the fifteen minutes allowed by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa something has to be done. the Face of Everyman tried to interject by clearing his throat but the speaker just ramped up a new stream of venom and vitriol. By-standers were never sure what his problem was; after all a Brown Headed Cow Bird is a different bred of cat, horse of a different color, bird of a different feather.
Ian and Myra
Ian posted himself where could observe young couples selecting materials to build their nests. He would follow them home. When eggs were in the nest, he would lead Myra to where she would toss the other eggs out to make room for hers. Then both would be off to Bingo-nite at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino. Most often the unwitting hosts work exhaustively to feed and raise the much larger hatchling. the Face of Everyman could only look the other way. This fiendish life style had been going on for eons and eons.
Golf
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa held their annual championship golf tournament every year about this time. The heavy hitters lead Saturday’s group. First to tee off, seen upper left, is Blackie Red Wing, next is Speckie Star and lastly seen lower right is Cowboy Brownie. Not seen is the vast field of spectators. the Face of Everyman was nearly overwhelmed sponsoring such a large popular event.
Gruesome
It was in Dorian’s DNA to ride on the backs of the North American Bison; devouring the insects kicked up in the dust as vast herds moved about the great plains. Alack and alas those days were long gone. Dorian liked to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to ask the Face of Everyman to retell stories about his ancestors following stampeding beasts and feasting on clouds of insects. Strangely the venerable sage relished recounting those some what gruesome tales. Dorian was reduced to selling Time Shares in order to afford a few grasshoppers and crickets.
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.
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