Laments

This uncaring teenager is busy sucking up the birdseed meant for the little songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman laments that there is no budget line item for feeding these ravenous deer. They will be his ruin yet.

Snow

Snow has covered most of the browse; so, breakfast was a lot of hunting and pecking in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the following morning it was all but gone. the Face of Everyman breathed a sigh of relief.

Hail

Mildred shook her body violently to remove the hailstones. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered little cover from the elements. the Face of Everyman never let a little hailstorm bother him; he slept right thru them. Most of them anyway.

Raid

No sooner had the food for the songbirds been issued than a brutish hoard swept in and licked up the corn and grain. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was often the target of these raids. the Face of Everyman sought help from the U N.