Velvet Nubs

For the fourth day in a row young Billy Bob had stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and inquired of the Face of Everyman about the growth of his antlers. The venerable sage, aware of the pride this young buck had in his maturity, would mutter some dimension in the metric system or whatever. Each day a different scale. Today it was a ratio. Billy Bob was pleased with any answer.