Wadsworth hoped that the Pigeon wouldn’t pick a fight with him or’d there would be Pigeon Pot Pie for dinner. the Face of Everyman was alarmed by such thoughts and hopped that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remained peaceful and quiet.
The patio furniture was freshly pressure washed. The smell of cedar filled the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Pedro got nostalgic about his birthing spot on Vancouver Island, BC. Rather than lose a guest the Face of Everyman offered him a reduced nesting rate.
At last, proof that Panther had broken her parole and was again hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was set to go to court. This time it would be hard time for this kitty.
the face of Everyman thought it odd that this bird visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in such low numbers. Time would tell as Spring became more entrenched in the Pacific Flyway.
the Face of Everyman viewed with alarm the return of this parasite to the peaceful Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After a few moments he activated the klaxon ordering guests to shelter in place.
Lyman had a skill for finding burnt pizza and befouling the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure he could withstand a second pool cleaning so soon.
So, this is how it ends, thought the Face of Everyman, high and dry on some deserted beach in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Actually, the kindly ol’ pensioner, had just drained and scrubbed the whole pool. It no longer smelled like Jalopenos from the chilli infused birdseed. Surely a blessing. A hose delivered water minutes later.
Henretta patrolled the usual areas for nectar, but little was available in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She found fault with the Face of Everyman for being so generous towards seed eating birds.
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