Tuxedo Look?

It took only that one glance for the Face of Everyman to realize that his secret experiment had gone awry. The White dove, a remanent from a wedding, crossed with a Black pigeon from the forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, was meant to create the Tuxedo look. Now he could see how far he had to go.


Everyone wanted to be in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa 4th of July parade. Practice was a bit ragged at first; but, these patriots knew they’d be in shape. the Face of Everyman hoped that the malcontents would drop by the wayside long before the holiday. He still needed a fife and drum duo to lead this rag tag bunch. There seemed no end of problems. He himself would be the standard bearer.


Practice for the Memorial Day Parade began early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to bite his tongue to keep from revealing how upset he was that the lazy, no good Pigeons had been given the privilege of leading this important and historical parade. Of course, no one tended graves in this magical place; Sky Burials were the preferred ritual.


Paisley found it hard to believe that Dame Fortune would bring back the pigeons on the 1st of April. It must be some sick joke to torment the Face of Everyman. Nobody really wanted raptors to return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but they were an effective means of keeping the free loaders away.


Little by little the number of Pigeons increased. the Face of Everyman suspected that locals had invited their country cousins to come dine on the good seed at the expense of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage ordered two bags of floor sweepings from the village pet store to be delivered by this afternoon. One taste of that dreck and the cousins would depart post-haste.


It was with mixed emotion that the Face of Everyman noted that the pigeon flock was getting smaller. He and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been forced to put up with their scavenging.
Now, with fewer mouths to feed it didn’t seem like such a burden. He knew that in the Spring they’d be back in force.


Fitzhugh was uneasy. Even tho the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa welcomed all manner of beings, some factions often exerted themselves and took turf control. Seen above, using non-verbal communication, the Crows formed a gauntlet directing Fitzhugh’s exit. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as how to rectify this injustice.


The Pigeon Colony pressed their demands for better food to be served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt pangs of claustrophobia sweep over him as large feathered bodies closed in ever tighter. The venerable sage vowed not to surrender even as the last rays of sunlight were blotted out.

Touch Up

Mavis had booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to have her hi-lites renewed. Unfortunately shipments of products used in such tonsorial treatments had been outlawed by the Bureau of Customs and Agriculture. the Face of Everyman was working to find a new all natural substitute. It may take months of experimental testing before he achieved a product that he would label with his name and likeliness.


It was the reincarnation of Billy Sunday and the Face of Everyman could just feel the looks pointed at him as the sermon hammered away at the sins of Prohibition. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa welcomed circuit riders but their messages of sin and sinners, often hit too close to home for the venerable sage.