Spotted Towhee

the Face of Everyman was oddly jealous of whoever had lured away the songbirds with better largesse. His only fault, as he saw it, was trying to stay within the paltry budget of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Randolph tried to ignore the ridiculous orientation of the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage’s cries for help had gone unanswered all night. Where was Security when you needed them?

the Face of Everyman wasn’t much on prayer, he being basalt and all, but even here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he muttered a few words. It didn’t hurt. Right?

Marston, the auditor, was here from headquarters. the Face of Everyman was sure that the books of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could pass inspection.

Wally confessed to being in the witness protection program. His face, shown on a photograph, risked the safety of his spouse and offspring even in the remote location on the Pacific Flyway. the Face of Everyman vowed to keep his confidence. In truth, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was home to several members of the program.

Little Toby added the only color to the otherwise drab Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was looking forward to the Spring migration of colorful birds.

Last night a fight in the lounge of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa emptied into a brawl outside. Several Cabana Huts were damaged. The insurance agent was a tough nut, and the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure there would be an equitable settlement.

Billy Bob considered it a 1st amendment right to bathe where and whenever he chose thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could not find words to disagree.