the Face of Everyman never quite understood why his particular face was found suitable for picnic lunches. Most birds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were capable of eating seeds and small bugs on the fly. The larger the bird the more obnoxious the behavior. Or it seemed. The venerable sage abhorred folks who ate with their mouths open. He would share this feeling in his letter to Miss Manners.
Impasse
Toqui wasn’t sure of the protocol in this situation. Did Robins have a greater right to enter the water first? Or did age and gender have a place in the decision? Sometimes the Face of Everyman pretended not to notice what went on in the lives of those who were guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. As a sort of polite stand off ensued the venerable sage attempted to review in his mind every newspaper column written by Miss Manners. Alas, no response to “Dear Gentle Reader” seemed to fit this stalemate.
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