Pigeon

The shame of it all appeared again this year. It was the Face of Everyman’s first trial and error at gene splicing. The outcome was tragic. Yet somehow, she went unnoticed by others in the vast jungle of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

It was with a stroke of luck that the Face of Everyman remembered to take the Pigeon Count. It was a doleful Two. Had the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa fallen out of favor? Should he fudge the numbers?

Ever since the Flock returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa it had been nothing but a feeding frenzy. the Face of Everyman was amazed.

Suddenly the Face of Everyman recalled his duty to perform the Pigeon Census. This was to ensure that his budget for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa non-songbird line item was maintained.

Pigeons continued to boycott the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hoped an agreement could be reached soon.

It was time to report the Pigeon census. Today, hopping to sway the free food quota the birds showed up in droves. Ultimately the Face of Everyman lost count. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would not receive the funding to continue the largesse that the birds counted upon.

Free swim day brought all the free loaders from near and far. Anybody want some free-range squab? The pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would certainly need cleaning now. the Face of Everyman was always ambivalent about these sales’ promotion.

Carstairs was living proof that the gene pool was too small for this community. the Face of Everyman knew that he must look further afield in order to bolster the fail balance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

“Splish, Splash I was taken a bath.”

the Face of Everyman tried to remember the days before the Pigeons disrupted daily life in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.