The stand off seemed to last for hours. One morsel of corn remained. Which one of the denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would achieve victory by making the first move. the Face of Everyman attempted to intercede on behalf of the Crow by suggesting that the Deer seek natural browse. She did after she swooped down and licked up the morsel. The Crow vowed to return after the evening movie for the spilled pop corn.
After scarfing down cast off orts from the dining room of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, Granny Toots casually told the Face of Everyman that he was now eligible for a $250 fine for feeding wildlife. Luckily the venerable sage had a vast armada of lawyers on retainer. Next, the Crows and Raccoons would try the same shake down tactics on every homeowner with a toppled garbage can. Would the veiled threats never end?
Deepthroat stood in the shadows, obscured from being recognized, as he lead the Face of Everyman thru a series of Q&A towards clues to whom was the vile fiend that kept removing the movie schedules from the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Guest Activities Board.
Big Guy came by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa looking for a few strays. the Face of Everyman could only recall seeing Moms with fawns; hardly anything that would interest this carnal beast. Big Guy moved on; perhaps his luck would change once he got to the big timber stand on the hill. Everyman felt justified in a small lie and uncrossed his fingers.
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.
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.
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.