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It wasn’t long after sunrise that an angry crowd gathered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Young protesters began to chant: “What do we want?” “Beef” “When do we want it?” “Now” the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to how to deal with civil unrest.  Protests had never been sanctioned.  His firm offer of mini-marshmallows for all was enough to placate this unruly mob.  The venerable sage knew that this act of appeasement would come back to haunt him.

the Face of Everyman beamed with satisfaction.  He had long lobbied for a Free Dental Clinic to service the local community of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  At last it has become a reality.  The venerable sage looked on as the waiting line grew.  His other Bill for a free OB/GYN Clinic failed to pass in this session of the legislature.

“Mom says,  I need to get a job and start finding my own food.”  Dad and the Face of Everyman did not comment on this common complaint among fledglings in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.   The venerable sage could recall, with some resentment, his own Dad tossing him out of the Caldera with similar words.

The Chipmunk was a good sign that the cool Summer was about over and that the oppressive tropical heat was about to appear at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman greeted the newcomer and welcomed him but urged him to not expect this lavish spread of cracked corn to be the norm.  The kindly ol’ pensioner was reducing inventory before tax time.

Grace felt the presence of her Guardian Angel; but she couldn’t tell which error in judgement she was about to commit.  the Face of Everyman who chronicles most events occurring in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa watched this scene play out.  The venerable sage knew that this young songbird’s life would be ruined if she turned and smiled at Mullard, the town drunk, seldom sober and who subsists by doing the odd job in the nearby village.

The Clerk of The High Court reminded Momma that the next session begins on the First Monday in October.  Even the Face of Everyman, no matter how well connected, could not change that date.  Her eviction was a matter of law.  She and her Kits were welcome to visit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but she could not take up residency.  Large mammals were expressly prohibited from nesting within the boundaries of this magical place.  The venerable sage agreed to forward her mail and have someone pick up the newspapers and pizza fliers.

News of the pending eviction came sharply on the heels of the loss of a family member.  the Face of Everyman tried patiently to explain that Momma’s nest was outside of the magical reserve of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and therefore he was powerless to intervene.  The venerable sage had even asked Alan Dershowitz to review the case as a personal favor.  The ruling was clear: Mom and the Kits had to move.

On registration day at the Montetorkie school Dad was forced to make the decision to put young Albert into the Special-Ed classes and see how well he integrated.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had world renown teachers and few problems were expected.  Despite vehement protests by the Face of Everyman the School Board demanded that Albert’s mating colors be inked out for the time being.  The venerable sage knew the heartbreak of being different.

As if from a Biblical parable the Ungrateful Five have increased in number.  As a rule, these unwanted guests to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa took the low hanging fruit leaving the hardscrabble life to the songbirds.  Characteristically the Face of Everyman took a philosophical position on the unfairness of it all.