Pigeon

the Face of Everyman hated the theatrics. Every time a Pigeon wanted to make an announcement he acted as tho he was St Michael his self. Was there no humility to be found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?

The birds eyed each other. Could they become friends? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered many such opportunities. the Face of Everyman didn’t favor mixed marriages.

Chaos irrupted as marchers fought to be the standard bearer in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s 4th of July parade. the Face of Everyman could not recall to whom he assigned the honor.

Chesterfield forgot the age-old admonition of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: “Mind the Gap.” the Face of Everyman found pleasure in the plight of this frequent unwelcome guest.

The Venerable Sage shed a tear every time he saw his early experiment in DNA surgery. the Face of Everyman would say his mistakes were obvious. Fortunately, there were only one or two copies in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

As Celestia sang “On the good ship Lollipop” her good ship sank into the murky depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman mentally dialed 911.

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.