Castor and Pollux have been reborn as Crows. Though teenage fledglings they are rapidly gaining knowledge and life skills. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is an ideal place and they will certainly benefit from the stern tutelage of the Face of Everyman. But, they are unsure why they have to learn Algebra.
Daycare
Miss Sims brought her Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Daycare class out to meet the Face of Everyman. Some of the kids thought it was nap time and fell asleep while the venerable sage was recounting some of his personal triumphs. Sensing that he had lost his audience he joined them in a nap.
Indie
During the brief interlude when the Raccoons weren’t skylarking or terrorizing the Face of Everyman the neighborhood cat; Indiana Jones, took center stage and reclaimed his territorial rights to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Indie was a veteran of avoiding direct conflict but he knew that there would be a new crop of scrappy bandits born every couple of years. Maybe the venerable sage would sell him a some extra lives on credit.
Offing
Nibbles was one of the few Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa squirrels born with a condition called scrawny tail. Daily he would ask the Face of Everyman if he could see any change; any enhancement. The venerable sage couldn’t lie; but deflected the question by saying that he had diverted vast sums to stem cell research and DNA splicing. Surely a handsome tail was in the offing.
Evil Envoy
the Face of Everyman felt a cold shiver run down his back. A Starling sighting was bad news for everybody at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This unwelcome guest was very aggressive. When they gathered, flocks could be in the hundreds. They would savage a community before moving on as quickly as they came. The venerable sage assured the Evil Envoy that the protection monies had been transferred to appropriate offshore account. There was no need for him, or his friends, to return.
Colonel Bogey March
When the WW II Vets at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa VFW Post heard that POTUS wanted to stage a parade down Pennsylvania Ave; they planned to be ready. the Face of Everyman agreed to call cadence. Saturdays, on parade, the recorded drums and horns of the Colonel Bogey March kept everybody more or less in step. They looked good, like a geriatric marching unit should.
Vinyl Records
Finchley was a recent fledgling with a unique problem. He was orphaned before he had learned the songs he needed to know as an adult. Mortality rates in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were especial high for song birds as they were easy prey for raptors. the Face of Everyman dug into his Sea Chest and found his old Roger Tory Peterson vinyl records of North American Bird Calls. He played the Robin songs again and again until at last young Finchley was prepared for his adult role in the community.
Twins
Willow and Buttercup were home from college and all grown up. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had always seemed to offer endless opportunities for employment. But the twins were here to ask the Face of Everyman for money to pay off their school loans. They would look for jobs when their new found freedom got to be boring. The venerable sage reviewed select chapters in his best selling book: “Tough Love” before he denied their requests.
Crawdads
The First of August brought open season on Crawdads at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above, in grainy infrared security footage, is Rocky performing the ritual cleansing of his food before devouring the succulent crustacean. the Face of Everyman hoped that the ebbing tide would take the dismembered body parts off into deeper waters.
Mussels
The recipes called for freshwater mussels. The very best could be found only at the mouth of The Spring of Eternal Giving. Enough needed to be gathered to met the needs of the Celebrity Cook Off this weekend at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Four chefs would be given the opportunity to achieve greatness by preparing the most mouthwatering dishes from just a few ingredients. Of course, the Face of Everyman looked forward to judging the results. His three star restaurant, le Napoleon Saint Helena, needed an infusion of hungry new blood.
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