Against his better judgement the Face of Everyman allowed this image to become part the ongoing routine of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Harold and his ilk had never added much to resort life.
Roxberry felt he didn’t belong. What was different about him? He looked like other Sparrows, didn’t he? Of all the varieties of birds in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa his crown stood out the most. the Face of Everyman seldom used his image. Why?
Isis and Cleopatra were unhappy to learn that their spot in the May Day parade was given to others. It was a special event in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end, the Face of Everyman assigned them parade route clean up duties.
Paisley wasn’t sure that accounting was his thing. Keeping two sets of books for the Face of Everyman was getting to be too much. Sooner or later the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be audited; then what? Jail for the both of them. That was too much to contemplate.
Osterhouse wondered who would throw good money into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? The coins, copper pennies, were meant to clear the water during times Alge growth. the Face of Everyman liked to think he came up with the idea himself.
Buzbee was looking to set a new speed record over the measured mile at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa racecourse. the Face of Everyman was expecting to stage a meet if there were enough applicants.
Travis had been homesick for some time, but when he visited his boyhood haunts nothing was the same. Besides now it was wet and cold. the Face of Everyman was the only thing vaguely familiar in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
The Auditor arrived unannounced to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He recommended shutting down the bird feeding operation for a week; at least until the books balanced and the pigeons foraged elsewhere. the Face of Everyman hoped it was that easy.