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A rare shot of the most common Sparrows that call the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa home. the face of Everyman was pleased to call these birds friends.
Imbalance
The angry mob of Pigeons, 13 at last count, seemed too many to challenge; Pedro took flight. There seemed an imbalance in nature in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman pondered that conundrum.
Easter
The Easter services seemed longer than usual because the Doves practiced their fate to a greater degree than most. Songs of praise filled the Ampitheater. Amens and Hallelujahs echoed across the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Genuflections rocked the Face of Everyman.
Dance?
For a brief moment Natacha appeared at the edge of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She was gone in a flash before the Face of Everyman could ask if she would dance in his summer ballet.
Lost leg
The image was not good but, the doctors could see that the wound had healed thanks to the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman noted that He/She got along quite well on three legs.
Weight Watcher
The soggy French Fry was tempting, but Becky was watching her weight. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would soon be teeming with suitors. the Face of Everyman respected her choice. Besides, the Crows would be back to claim their prize.
Scorned
It was noted with scorn that the parasitic bird had arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa this early in the season. the Face of Everyman had nothing but disdain for this creature.
Pigeons
Those dreadful summer games had begun in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Stinkin’ Pigeons had started their rude behavior. Was this the end of the Face of Everyman?
Tax Day
It was Tax Day and Lamont hadn’t even started to collect his receipts and forms. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a loose tax structure. the Face of Everyman would accept a late entry.
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