Northwestern Crow

Herkimer and Jerkimer, the two Crow twins had just fledged at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They examined everything new in their path. the face of Everyman wondered aloud how long these two would remain a pain in the ass?

the Face of Everyman tried to convince the Crow to get off the spout. Plumbing repairs had reached an all-time high in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Raising rents seemed the only option.

Junior had never enjoyed a pretzel. Justice decided that her fledging’s deserved the best the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had to offer. the Face of Everyman watched in admiration.

The bartender ran out of beer nuts; so, he offered pretzels instead. Ozwald carried enough for two. the Face of Everyman was pleased. Civility was once again honored in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

The dirty little secret about living in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was that it wasn’t safe place to raise a family. the Face of Everyman hoped that that was an egg of a Brown Headed Cow Bird.

A Spa Day was the only thing that mattered after a rigorous Physical Therapy session at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa PT clinic. the Face of Everyman had little faith in exercise of any form.

Rodney wasn’t sure that he should go bathing at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; the water had drained from the pool. the Face of Everyman had said that a warning sign of an impending tsunami was that all the water receded.

Farnsworth claimed to belong to Mensa. There was a small group formed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew for a fact that this bird couldn’t tie his own shoes.

Almost everyone took a poke at the stoic venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman seemed powerless to prevent folks from splashing water in his face or being the butt of their joke.