It was too close to Christmas for one of the Bergdorf twins to make trouble by harassing the Face of Everyman. Besides, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security cameras were focused right on him.
Waldo was worried; his SAD was taking on a life of it’s own. He was so exhausted that he didn’t care to eat and now the feast of the long night moon was tonight and he was expected to host the show. The clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the holidays and the Face of Everyman needed his own light box for personal therapy. Waldo hoped that the spot lights would give him temporary relief.
Mullard could not keep warm. He flapped his wings to increase circulation; all the while mildly cursing the Face of Everyman and management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Would it hurt if the kindly ol’ pensioner put out the pond heater a few days early?”
Annie checked in early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her online date was supposed to meet her here. the Face of Everyman marveled at how this remote spot off of the Pacific Flyway was becoming the hook up spot of renown.
Stumpy was worried. He’d lost track of his flock somewhere in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wasn’t much help. No one new had booked in lately. He promised to keep an eye out for the flock. That said, Everyman slipped into REM stage sleep within seconds.
It was with mixed emotion that the Face of Everyman noted that the pigeon flock was getting smaller. He and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been forced to put up with their scavenging. Now, with fewer mouths to feed it didn’t seem like such a burden. He knew that in the Spring they’d be back in force.
It was the first tail gate picnic in years at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman agreed to show the big game on the Jumbotron. The Crow’s extended family made quick work of the buffet.
The Clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa operated under strict guidelines. A photo of the injury or loss must be submitted to the medical insurance firm at the time of treatment. The best Billy Bob could do was present a pix from this morning’s security camera. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to do more. Loss of one antler was no big deal in this neck of the woods.
Aubrey had been told that if you turned your head quick enough you would catch a glimpse of your Guardian Angel. Hour after hour at lounge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he spun his head as quickly as possible. the Face of Everyman tried to tell him that was an old myth but Aubrey wanted to try one more time.
Dad was trying to get Junior to learn the importance of personal hygiene. the Face of Everyman felt sorry for the kid. Although the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is located in the “banana belt” of the Pacific flyway the venerable sage had seen inch thick ice in winters past. His stone cold heart went out to the little nipper.