Cyrano eyed the fair Natasha with much longing. Could he, a mere pigeon, ever expect to meet someone as lovely in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman read his thoughts and implanted a distraction in the simple mind.
Even after she had licked up all the birdseed scattered for songbirds Lucile still felt unsatisfied. Surely, she said to the Face of Everyman, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could afford a more robust meal for the little people. The venerable sage was caught off guard by her remark.
Once again the Face Of Everyman was confronted by the child of his laboratory creation. Would this bird of his by DNA splicing never leave the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?
Early morning auditions began with The Troubadours, a so-so group. But, the day was young and the Face of Everyman was optimistic. Surely in all of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he could find enough talent to fill the bill for a Summer’s evening of sing alongs.
So far, the Face of Everyman counted four different Cats who eluded detection and found their way into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. On each episode the intruder came away empty handed. Songbirds were safe for now.
Vespers found Roscoe still at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He said a short prayer and ordered another round of Bourbon and branch water. the Face of Everyman liked his style.
The old Grey Back was back at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, telling stories of Summers past. the Face of Everyman tried to be polite and listen; but the stories were boring and it was his nap time.
Lester had found a delectable morsel in the scatterings of birdseed set out each day for the songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He needed to soak it till soft enough to eat. the Face of Everyman warned him to mind ‘the gap’.