Aaaah! A fresh shower and Archie was ready to take on the day. Of course, there were few obstacles to life in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to keep it that way.
“When the Red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbing along, along.” the Face of Everyman couldn’t get that tune out of his head. Soon the entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was singing some version of it.
When Barnaby learned that the despicable Brown Headed Cow Bird was in the area; he took off for home like a shot. He had to protect his nest from that predator. Seems that several had moved into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. That meant big trouble. the Face of Everyman wished that he could help.
During re-enactments of historical battles certain actors were called upon to pretend to have been shot from the skies over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was awed by the reality of the scene.
With all the turmoil in his private life the Face of Everyman had forgotten about the monthly Pigeon census. There was still time to submit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa report. Nothing like talons in your face to cause instant recall.
It was dawn and Broadleaf hadn’t quit for the night. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always held one more mystery to be discovered. the Face of Everyman liked moving the goal posts. He toyed with the likes of Broadleaf.
Hopscotch wasn’t sure what pronouns he should adopt now that he had antlers. There weren’t many non-binary folks in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He turned to ask the Face of Everyman, but he appeared to be napping.