Northwestern Crow

Terwilliger posed for this trophy shot. The sheer size frightened the Face of Everyman. He didn’t know that French fries grew that large in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

While some of the Crow Clan said Grace others dived right in. the face of Everyman thought it shameful. The food was meant for the songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

The Crow seemed to be requesting more food. High tariffs limited the amount of food that could be served each meal in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was powerless to change matters.

In a land of miracles (aka the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa) Manna in the form of breaded Cod fell from the skies. Albert insisted on posing for this trophy shot. the Face of Everyman was always willing to oblige, for a price.

Bambie’s question shook the very core of the Face of Everyman. Here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa respectable people didn’t ask about such things. The fawn was left without an answer.

Even the sharpest minds in the Pacific Flyway could be confounded by the straddle in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Eric couldn’t decide which foot to move first. the Face of Everyman suggested the right foot first.

Melvin cherished this moment in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was especially fond of Baby Back Ribs. the Face of Everyman hoped that he would take his treasure elsewhere.

Nimrod expected the Koi to seek shelter in the shadow of his wing; except there were no fish in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had told him that there were no refunds on fishing licenses. Now he had only pocket change for which to buy lunch.

The lure of the myth of freshwater pearls was more than Florian could withstand. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rife such rumors. the Face of Everyman bore the brunt of many of these investigations.

The Two Comics did a luncheon gig at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to listen to a week of corny jokes.