Northwestern Crow

After opening their gifts, the adults moseyed over to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the buffet. This was the only time of year that the Face of Everyman enjoyed giving. He’d put on his Scrooge hat tomorrow.

Barnaby had never met a stale cracker that he didn’t like. The kindly ol’ pensioner had set out a bit of Christmas cheer for the denizen of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was already in his cups by noontime. Merry Christmas to all subscribers of this blog.

The cache of shrimp tails seemed too good to be true. Mephistopheles stuffed as many tails as he could into his beak. Where o’ where was a safe place to store these morsels. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered infinite spots. the Face of Everyman said that if left with him, he’d keep an eye on them.

By a stroke of luck Masterson won the French Fry eating contest held annually at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman reluctantly surrendered the perpetual trophy: a silver loving cup. Now his whole home decor was ruined.

Cranston stood guard over this treasure trove of salty French Fries as he awaited the others of the clan to come share. From time-to-time French Fries seemed to grow in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman enjoyed watching this charade play out.

Kyle and Jade suspected a trick; nobody would leave this much popcorn lying about in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Someone might take it. the Face of Everyman hoped that they would clean up the mess left by last night’s movie goers.

The King tide made any landing precarious; Marston chose his landing spot carefully as the entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was underwater. the Face of Everyman had ordered SCUBA gear in order to be ready for the exceptionally high tides next full moon.