Fake News
Vote
Gale force winds couldn’t stop Rusty from getting a bath before voting. The polls were open at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was up early and needed a nap already.
Trophy
Nigel was a trophy hunter. When he captured a big French Fry, he wanted to document the event. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa discouraged food in the pristine waters. the Face of Everyman knew that he would soon have to drain the lake.
Dreck
Winborne was disappointed at the complete lack of edible food presented by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Maybe the deer will clean up this mess?” he thought. the Face of Everyman was once again made aware of his unconscious favoritism of the little songbirds.
Under Counted
Secrets
Henrietta listened closely to the incantation spoken by the Sprit Goddess; it would change her life. Rarely did she speak. What little the Face of Everyman overheard could never be repeated outside the boundaries of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Birdseed
the Face of Everyman bemoaned the fact that it was hard to attract birds to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa when the deer ate all the bird seed. He thought of asking Big Guy to right the cabana; but then thought better of it.
Revelant
the Face of Everyman couldn’t remember the last time that he’d filed a Pigeon Census Report; no one had questioned the blank months. Maybe the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no longer relevant.
Corn?
As always, the Jay stayed only long enough in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to ascertain that the was nothing here for him. the Face of Everyman made a mental note to order a ten-pound sack of cracked corn.
Splash, Splash
Robby had the place to himself. He could splash as much as he wanted. Who would leave this paradise to spend winter in the southland? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had everything you could want. Splash! Splash! the Face of Everyman never liked that part.
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