Northwestern Crow

What Luck! Draco had found a precious bauble in the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Before the Face of Everyman could stop him, the Crow flew off with estate property.

It was just another rainy day on the Pacific Flyway and Lancelot found himself reduced to small talk with the Face of Everyman. Both agreed that rain was good for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and that the DOW was reaching new heights.

Leroy listened to the rapping of a woodpecker on a metal stovepipe. This was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; who looks for a mate using a man-made object? Leroy relied on ariel acrobatics. the Face of Everyman knew it was time to open his dating service app.

Ever the opportunist, Mort took what he wanted; the rest of the clan could complain, but so what. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosted all types. the Face of Everyman made special note of this Crow’s behavior for a paper he was writing for a conference to be held soon.

The Crow Clan discover that they like the newfound flavor of stale crackers. the Face of Everyman was never sure about the covid choice of food.

It was Winthrop’s turn to pick a French Fry. He studied long and hard to choose the best. This opportunity didn’t come often in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, and he had to get it right. the Face of Everyman envied these happy go lucky birds.

The threat was more implied than spoken, but the Face of Everyman knew . . .  What would become of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa without him?