Pigeon

When it was time to submit the monthly pigeon census for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the venerable sage was reminded of his uniqueness. the Face of Everyman was without fingers and toes. He relied on his abacus to count his quarry.

DNA comes from your parents, but the kindly ol’ pensioner wondered just where did the parents of these two come from? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosted all manner of guests, but the Face of Everyman knew who was responsible for this tragic mistake.

The nearby village had removed its wartime statuary, which left the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as the only place to befoul. the Face of Everyman resented that distinction.

No matter how hard Bumstead tried to fit in and be a regular member of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Pigeon Brigade he just couldn’t. the Face of Everyman saw how much he was ostracized.

With an apology to Grant Wood the Face of Everyman entitled this portrait American Gothic. Several copies were available in the gift shop of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

The moment he saw the reflection of his own eyes, Bart went into a state of autohypnosis. This was a rare occurrence in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was able to end the session with the snap of his fingers.

In the most dangerous situation in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; Earl felt in peril. the Face of Everyman could only repeat his stoic advice: “Mind the gap.”

They all agreed that this was the best Cinco de Mayo party ever held at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was pleased how his guacamole turned out.

Ozwald always was curious; and the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered much to spark one’s curiosity. the Face of Everyman tolerated him for a while then drifted off to sleep.