The Breakfast Kit posted a few flyers around the statuary and memorials of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; hopefully to encourage lonely pigeons to try out for membership in their group. Flyers were effusive; bountiful food and plenty of cover from raptors, friendly rodents. Two new pigeons, seen above, are trying out for a newly created vacancy. the Face of Everyman remained mute as he is often wont to do.
Little Audrey was lodging a formal complaint with the Face of Everyman. She had learned that squirrels were not part of the Audubon Christmas Bird Count. She tried to explain how she felt about being left out of the big picture. The venerable sage chose his words carefully and tried to put a happy face on the concept that a count of more birds suggested a better and healthier ecosystem while on the other hand an increase in rodents suggested a dearth of Coyotes and Owls. She left feeling safer and somewhat mollified but reserved judgement for now. All of the feathered folks within the fictitious zip code of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eagerly awaited the annual census.
At the time Prankster thought it a good idea and a fun thing to do: knock the Face of Everyman off of his perch into the depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa pool. The venerable sage took a dim view of such hijinks. To end this madness “E” created an alternate image of fun in the young scallywag’s mind.
Cheeky wasn’t sure that any savings plan was right for him. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a bank of questionable repute run by the Concierge from his desk in the lobby. Vague rules and posted signs that read, “Free Checking 20% off” were troubling to a thrifty saver. Seen above is young Cheeky heeding the advice of the Face of Everyman that he “squirrel away” a little bit each day. Those Cabana Huts hold a remarkable amount of nuts.
When things were slow around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa denizens, like Rocky, would play “beat the camera.” The object was to zoom thru the field of view undetected by the hi-tech security system. the Face of Everyman often agreed to keep score. But, often as not, he got mixed up on who, etc. Besides, all those young squirrels looked alike. Didn’t they?
As the hostile pigeons closed in on Cheeky he recalled a defensive move he had learned here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dojo. The renown Sensei, the Face of Everyman, had instructed his pupils: “if all else fails, do the unexpected.” Cheeky took the Pepe le Pew stance and held the mob at bay long enough to stuff his cheeks.