One of the Bergdorf twins buzzed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Flying Circus was encamped at the meadow and daring feats of flying could be seen this very afternoon. For the Face of Everyman this meant that his nap would be cut short by the hubbub of the onlookers. While anxious mothers feared that their fledglings would be lured away by the thrill being a risk taking aerial acrobat.
Hermione was always finding fault with Wycliffe. Today it was orts on his vest. This odd couple obviously planned on nesting somewhere close by in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Poor the Face of Everyman her tirades were raucous and could drown out a buzz saw. Maybe one of them would be called up for National Guard emergency duty.
Dorian, an Angel of Death, had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He brazenly sat on the Face of Everyman to show his contempt. He scanned the guests to see which might be gathering nesting materials. He and Ethel had long ago given up building their own nests. Now their eggs went into the nest of others to be raised. Soon Cowbirds could be found in the nearby Casino; hooping it up, playing the Slots, free from the drudgery of parenthood.
Lansing was hungry; he looked everywhere. Two days on half rations of dreck wasn’t enough to keep any active bird alive. Guests of the Foggy Bottoms and Spa were leaving in droves. the Face of Everyman had made his case with the kindly ol’ pensioner, imploring for the return of full rations of premium grains and seed. Delivery by drone of the “good stuff” was due any minute.
the Face of Everyman was unclear if the Death Threat was real or was it a poorly worded request. The venerable sage tried to remain calm and not show fear, but that proved difficult. In the end, the villain departed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa vowing to return. Immediately, the Kindly ol’ Pensioner put everybody on half rations of dreck. Nothing should attract these marauders. Everyman pleaded, on the guests behalf, for a wiser solution.
Intense rains had fallen and flood waters overwhelmed the levees surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Webster from FEMA came down to tell the Face of Everyman that it would be after lunch before the emergency pumps would be repaired. A Helo crew could drop K-rations or rescue the venerable sage if the swirling waters rose any higher. Everyman showed no concern; after all, he had experienced the crushing force of the Johnstown Flood of 1889.
the Face of Everyman regretted allowing tour bus companies the privilege of mid-day stop overs at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Many thought this the lunch stop and descended on the world class buffet table like a swarm of locust. Quarterly profit information for the Food Service Division was not shared with stockholders. An asterisk was thought to suffice.
Patches dropped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to pay his regards to the Face of Everyman. More to the point he wanted the venerable sage to know that he, Patches, would be the one singing the characteristic song establishing his territory hereabouts. As soon as a bride has chosen him, she’d build the nest and he’d be free to have a couple of beers with Everyman and do guy talk.
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An unthinking member of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kitchen staff had discarded the crusts of the English Tea Cucumber Sandwiches. Naturally the undesirable element appeared within moments. In a brave act of statesmanship the Face of Everyman hammered out an agreement whereas Jonathon could take the large crusts provided he leave the smaller for the nesting Crows. It seemed a win-win for everybody.
Lefty had at long last caught up with Mullard. They were archenemies. the Face of Everyman defused the confrontation by inviting each to sign up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Saturday Night Fights. Grudge fights were usually billed just before the title matches. Personal quarrels worked the crowd into a frenzy; if there was one.
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