Speed

A speed course had been set up. Sparky was the first to try for the best time over the measured course of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was disappointed that the World’s Record Keepers had declined to attend.

Water?

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.

Food

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.

Flotsam & Jetsam

Horace and Greenwald could remember when the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was pristine; now flotsam and jetsam seemed everywhere. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that it was those nasty Crows. His words seemed empty and apologetic.