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A plague of Pigeons descended on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; their numbers three times the resident flock.  Was this the realization of the Face of Everyman’s worst nightmares?  These rogues practiced a true scorched earth policy. No seed was left behind. 

The new government policy of Urban Renewal caught many off guard not least of them  the Face of Everyman.  He dimly remembered endless meetings on a scheme to harvest much of the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but this looked more like slash and burn.  To quell unrest among the guests he ordered a lavish buffet be served.

Thai Kick Boxing became the new martial art between male songbirds seeking supremacy in the breeding arena.  These contests were new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; the Face of Everyman was quick to see a source of revenue in this sagging economy.

the Face of Everyman had nearly achieved success with his invention of a cloaking system.  Alas, every time that he selected volunteers to witness his greatness they looked elsewhere and failed to see his astounding advances in science.  Today fame and fortune were not within his grasp.

Another hot night and the big beasts were stirring thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The new antler recognition algorithm wasn’t yet accurate enough to ID this big guy, so it was up to the Face of Everyman to put a name to this grainy image.

It was a bad sign when this majestic bird foraged on the ground; a sure sign that the kindle ol’ pensioner had hung another bad batch of Celestial Suet out for the Flickers.  the Face of Everyman tried his best to keep the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in harmony with the dietary needs of it’s guests.  Sometimes his job was just overwhelming.

Toggle was back to re-book his graduation party that had been cancelled.  the Face of Everyman was sure that there was some mistake.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had not booked such a gathering in some time.  The records offered no clue.  Could the venerable sage be losing his memory?  Or, was Toggle some slick agent trying to pull a fast one.  The ancient one agreed to call around to a few colleagues.  It sounded more like he had booked the Luau Tiki Hut.  It was rumored that they served minors.

Annually on the Feast of Saint James Bascombe, the resident Chipmunk, would appear and check his mail, poste restante c/o the Face of Everyman, Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Satisfied that there was nothing requiring an urgent reply, Bascombe bid the venerable sage a fond adieu until next year.

It is always difficult to ignore the 400 pound Gorilla in the room.  Veruca had plopped herself down in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa heated pool and almost dared those two Butter-butts to join her.  the Face of Everyman seldom interfered in these short lived contests.

Stanley was clearly lost.  No matter which path he took in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he returned to the same spot.  His people had reported his MIA on social media and scattered accounts of his whereabouts were exchanged.  the Face of Everyman agreed to make one more attempt the restore him to his people.