When the remodeled clinic opened at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa strange new cases showed up seeking medical attention.  On the advice of the Face of Everyman Grylis attended sick call for his deformed horn; the subject of fights with hunting dogs released by poachers.  “Doc” removed the horn and recommended bed rest, two aspirin every four hours and drink lots of liquids.  IMG_0005 (2)


Mom dropped lil’ Blessed off in the vicinity of the Face of Everyman while she shopped the Arcade of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Blessed was proud of the beginnings of his new antlers.  The venerable sage was a bit cool and distant; after all he wasn’t about to become Mr. Daycare unless it could be profitable.IMG_0230 (2)


As rutting season neared in the vast forest surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman tried to keep track of his prize stags.  The venerable sage got a tear in his eye remembering Tiberius as a goofy, awkward teenager.  Now he was a force to be reckoned with. IMG_0001 (2)

Marquess of Queensberry

Diminished daylight triggers rutting behavior in some local bad boys at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Back alley skirmishes tested new leaders.  Does awaited the outcome of each event.  the Face of Everyman had adapted the Marquess of Queensberry Rules to permit open field combat.  Using a super computer the venerable sage was predicting an early Rut before the October 27th New Moon.  Casinos were offering a betting line.Combat

Soccer Moms

A few of the Soccer Moms brought their winning team Fawns to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for Pizza Cracked Corn.  In a way the Face of Everyman was pleased; the kindly ol’ pensioner seemed to buy moldy corn.  The song birds would have none of it.  The detritus lay about until consumed by snails and slugs or a casual visit by deer.  IMG_0031A

Car Keys

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa staged a concert in the meadow near the resort.  About 2 AM Ripley breaks thru the Security system to seek the aid of the Face of Everyman.  It seems that “Rip” had lost his car keys in the meadow grass and hoped that the venerable sage could use some sort of mental gymnastics to help find them.  “Check the bottom of your day pack.”  Was the Ancient’s drowsy response.Keys

Spring of Eternal Giving

Bambi crept forward slowly to see if she could determine the cause.  The Spring of Eternal Giving had somehow stopped.  The sacred waters were the very lifeblood of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Even the Face of Everyman was alarmed.  Flow recommenced by Noon and the guests all had a good laugh at themselves over their exaggerated concerns.