Pigeon

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.

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.