It took Security Forces minutes to discern that there were two intruders into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was a scary time, even the Face of Everyman sheltered in place.
Those bullying pigeons were gone for the moment; deprived of the largess of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. At last, the songbirds could enjoy the water. the Face of Everyman felt comfortable with his decision to cut back on the distribution of free birdseed.
The Auditor arrived unannounced to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He recommended shutting down the bird feeding operation for a week; at least until the books balanced and the pigeons foraged elsewhere. the Face of Everyman hoped it was that easy.
The storm warning flags had been up all day; in advance of daily activities in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman coached one guest thru a scary landing.
Armstrong felt of his class when he booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Few of his kind seemed present. He asked the Face of Everyman if he thought of him as among the hoi polloi.
Panther guarded the single cherry; expecting a crow to be enticed to swoop in and eat it. Hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was forbidden. the Face of Everyman expected everyone to abstain.
Charlette asked everyone to suggest a theme for this year’s Mothers March in the Labor Day Parade. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always had such a parade. Or did they? the Face of Everyman couldn’t remember. Those songbirds always tried to sneak something passed him.
This neighborhood Tabby thought high tide at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a good time to forage for birds. the Face of Everyman was astonished at such brazen antics. Hmmm.
After months of captivity the new manor house cat escaped the confines of her loving home. Maggie Maewent straight to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to seek out interlopers. the Face of Everyman saved any formal introduction for next time.