O’Brian was in line early for his lunch of Corned Beef and Cabbage. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always served the traditional dish on St. Patrick’s Day. The Face of Everyman was looking forward to the Hash for breakfast tomorrow.
Long legs enabled Crankshaw to step over the gap formed by low tide at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman resented being used in this fashion.
Whip Saw decided to let The Gull have the French Fry without argument. There’d be more someday. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a constant surprise, the Face of Everyman made sure of that.
It would seem that the Cats, Raccoons and Possums had not been doing their job. On the night of the full moon Rats ventured forth in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman suspended the birdseed rations till things improved.
It was half past two and Pogo was still hungry. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wasn’t as productive this time of year. the Face of Everyman had a meager budget and had no provision for new guests.
Cimaron wasn’t sure that he ever had Pork and Chickpea stew, but it smelled delicious. The dining room chef seldom had leftovers, but this was the exception. the Face of Everyman was pleased with how well it went over with the denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Cheeky spent most of the morning scaring off the Dove. Food was a precious commodity and Cheeky wanted every scrap for himself. the Face of Everyman called a Council of Elders of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa tasking them to solve this problem.
The Venerable Sage was never sure about these things but, he decided to label this newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a Butter Butt. Really a Yellow Rumped Warbler but that’s getting too technical.
As the gangster went down for the third time in the frigid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa one might have heard the Face of Everyman mutter under his breath: “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.”