Northwestern Crow

Temple offerings to the Goddess of Perpetual Hunger were an easy steal by the voracious. the Face of Everyman pondered whether it was sacrilegious for a non-believer to eat gifts meant for the deities. Life maintained a steady pace for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so, perhaps no matter.

Marmaduke loved to share and break bread with his neighbors. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a magical place so it hard to understand the Face of Everyman and his ban on food in the pristine pool.

Only a Crow would relish a soggy potato chip thought the Face of Everyman. Actually, several other types of guests to Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa favored them as well.

He awoke with a start; fearing an “unkindness” of Ravens but it was only a “murder” of Crows feeding noisily. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed safe again. the Face of Everyman drifted back to sleep.

Silvester still had a lot left on his plate. He decided to take the rest home for later. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lost more dinner ware this way. On the other hand, the Face of Everyman thought that the practice kept food out of pristine waters.

Lester started a new diet. Bean Sprouts seemed the answer. Door Dash found the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to deliver the order. the Face of Everyman himself had considered a new diet; blood red beef ranked as a good choice.

Lancelot posed for a trophy shot. This one would go in the record book. Everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be proud to know him. the Face of Everyman asked how many 8×10’s he wanted.

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bomb disposable team made quick work of the dreaded Purple Potato bomb. the Face of Everyman was alarmed to be so close to the action.

Boscoe snuck into the village and returned with croutons from behind the bakery or maybe pancakes from behind IHOP. Franchise fast food restaurants weren’t allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could go for a Big Mac right about now.