On the first of every month Riley routinely came to the Foggy bottoms Resort and Spa to discuss food options and seasonal ingredients to be added to the buffet. the Face of Everyman wasn’t at liberty to discuss the food budget as it was tailored to seed eating songbirds not omnivore behemoths.
It wasn’t long before Mr. and Mrs. Crow heard about the new favorable seed put out for the songbirds. Crows had avoided the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa because the head chef had lost two stars in his Michelin ratings. But now things seemed different. the Face of Everyman tried to remain cordial to these freeloaders. What else could he do?
It was more than just body language that caused the Face of Everyman to blink. The Crows had placed a to go order and it wasn’t ready; in fact, the staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had lost the order. The venerable sage tried to apologize but that didn’t quite do it. Waiting wasn’t common trait amongst crows.
The Crows swooped in out of no where to the surprise of everyone at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Then they flew off with the choices morsels. To quell the outcry the Face of Everyman explained that they had pre-ordered and paid with their credit card. It would soon become the new normal.
The Crows had mixed feelings about nuts as part of the Christmas cheer served by the kindly ol’ pensioner. Seen above each crow softens his food by soaking in the life giving waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to take credit for the selection of foods offered this time of year. He pretended to ignore comments of criticism or praise.
It had rained so much that Oswald couldn’t be sure what treasure he held in his beak. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had held several banquets lately; perhaps this was an ort. the Face of Everyman could not be reached for comment.
Odin stepped forward warily. The dreck served to the songbirds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed no better than what fell from the garbage trucks in the village. He knew that a stern note to the Face of Everyman would serve no purpose in these trying times.
Kyle placed the bright bits of glass where the Face of Everyman could evaluate their worth. Were they a gift? Or a bribe? It turned out that Kyle wanted to buy PPE for all those who nested at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Battle lines were clearly drawn here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman regretted distributing the good stuff this early in the day. Waiting for the lunch crowd to assemble would have been a much better idea; less conflict.
Winston brought his mid-afternoon snack to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to soften in the life giving waters. Perhaps a poem was in order. He turned to ask the Face of Everyman who feigned sleep to avoid answering.
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