Heavy Fall rains brought the Robins back to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to forage for the succulent worms that perhaps could be found only in this remote region of the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman resumed his export mail order business shipping up to six crates a week of his signature brand Olympic Select Worms to Koi farms in the orient where they were the preferred dietary supplement.
Communications were difficult between birds of different species. the Face of Everyman tried to help whenever possible. Skylar asked where one might find the best place to forage for beetles in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Red Robin responded by saying where the best worms could be found. E liked to think of himself as a conduit thru which the little people could make themselves understood. He answered each question with, he thought, helpful information.
The Amber Alert had startled everybody. Thruout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa phones rang, klaxons blared. In the end, the Face of Everyman pieced together the whole story: Dad had removed the training wheels from lil’ Rodney‘s new bike. The fledgling Robin took a spill and fell into a bed of thick ferns. He could neither be seen nor heard for sometime. At last the sheriff’s posse reunited the frantic parents with their only heir. Mom insisted that the bike be sold on eBay that night.
The clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the long weekend. Besides the DSM-5 did not address Cranston’s specific psychiatric disorder. The repeated bursting of bubbles by any one individual had not yet reached statistical significance in the general population. the Face of Everyman had suggested to others that perhaps some sort of intervention could be staged.
Earl stopped off at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Coffee Shop for a coffee and Danish. It had been an arduous morning searching for worms. His Mom had named him Early Bird but it came with such a high price in responsibility and duty that he shortened it to just plain Earl. It didn’t matter; it changed nothing, he still felt compelled to get up and out foraging before the crack of dawn.