The Avian Food Bank at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a liberal policy of sharing the bounty with all. Somehow the squirrels displayed entitlement that was without decorum. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to say anything as he held both parties in disdain.
As the hostile pigeons closed in on Cheeky he recalled a defensive move he had learned here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dojo. The renown Sensei, the Face of Everyman, had instructed his pupils: “if all else fails, do the unexpected.” Cheeky took the Pepe le Pew stance and held the mob at bay long enough to stuff his cheeks.
Dolly arrived late to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her flocking pals and the usual colorful song birds were no where to be seen. the Face of Everyman tried to whisper a simple warning of danger. “Hawk!” Dolly jumped up and screamed, “Where?” The venerable sage tried to respond; but, with a mouth full of tail feathers he could only sputter.
It was their first visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Abigail and Lucretia had met Online. They were in their experimental and rebellious phase of youth. Confused they turned the venerable sage, the Face of Everyman, for an explanation of the newly posted sign: Nude bathing permitted after sun down. Defiance was called for.