The very personification of evil had chosen to bathe at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  They had no need to dress up for Halloween to be scary.  the Face of Everyman waited to see what malicious mischief these two had in mind.  Luckily they moved on as quickly as they had arrived.  Nevertheless the venerable sage remained too upset to take his regular nap.  He’d need two.

Evil Envoy

the Face of Everyman felt a cold shiver run down his back.  A Starling sighting was bad news for everybody at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  This unwelcome guest was very aggressive.  When they gathered, flocks could be in the hundreds.  They would savage a community before moving on as quickly as they came.  The venerable sage assured the Evil Envoy that the protection monies had been transferred to appropriate offshore account.  There was no need for him, or his friends, to return.


The renown Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an enviable record for child behavior and discipline.  Bully insigated dust ups seldom occurred; that is until “Diesel” Rekker transferred in from some do-gooder wild life rescue outfit upstate.  Seen above, frozen in fear, is “Twinky” LaRue.  the Face of Everyman felt powerless to intervene.


Whitey, The Bard was casting for his Summer Theater in the Park to be staged in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He looked up when a voice asked if he was seeking experienced thespians.  The funny looking polka dotted stranger had a foreign accent but could sure spout lines from Shakespear and assured W that he had a vast repertoire that he could call upon at will; casually mentioning the name of repertory theater that sounded vaguely familiar.  the Face of Everyman tried to signal The Bard that this fellow would be more trouble than he was worth.  In the end, the stranger flew off.  Peace and good fellowship once again reigned over this magical setting.


The DNA evidence was clear.  The unnatural coupling of a European Starling and a Brown-headed Cowbird had produced a grotesque  offspring. The Mom’s Father was fit to be tied.  Renaldo hung his head; his command of English was poor but he understood every word of the diatribe.  There seemed no solution but to notify the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Office of Health and Avian Services and place the fledgling up for adoption.