Northwestern Crow

Nigel was a trophy hunter. When he captured a big French Fry, he wanted to document the event. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa discouraged food in the pristine waters. the Face of Everyman knew that he would soon have to drain the lake.

Crow appeared one more time before the Goddess to ask for a cure of his twisted ankle. She remained mute as was often the case. She was a fixture in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but, her miracles were legendary. the Face of Everyman could offer nothing to this earnest plea.

Randolf knew it was pure gluttony to take so many French Fries. He would tell his therapist at their next session. Right now, he was hungry. the Face of Everyman would soon offer roasted chestnuts as a fast-food item in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Better nutrients, less fat.

Carmichael stopped by the IHOP in the village. He wasn’t going to leave the two rashers of bacon on his plate so . . . on his way home he stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to soak his prize. the Face of Everyman’s mouth watered at the sight of stale bacon.

Whipsaw and Drill-bit had a comedy, song and dance act that they shared with the luncheon crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. By the end of the week the Face of Everyman offered to write them some new material. They needed it.

The weather recon Crow flew in ahead of the gathering storm. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was advised to batten down the hatches. the Face of Everyman announced that sandbags would be available in the parking lot.