Caught like a Deer in the headlights Mollie tried to profess her innocence despite a mouthful of delicious Buttercup stems. During interrogation by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Security Forces she changed her story numerous times. She asked that the Face of Everyman be called as her defense. Surely he would verify that deadheading the blooms produced even more flowers. In the end she lost her Title II grazing privileges for twenty-four hours. She may be deemed beyond rehabilitation.
The lounge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa closed early last night after a lot of pushing and shoving by the older Bucks. Some displays of temper continued outside. Finally most wandered off to sleep or rub antlers on trees. A few Does remained to trim leaves from lush, highly prized ornamental shrubs. the Face of Everyman went back to sleep. He never could understand this yearly dance.
Mom brought Jewel to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Both were eager to show the Face of Everyman the progress that the little one had made in home schooling. Without prompting Jewel could demonstrate her understanding of the following: Stay, Dog, Car, Not Safe, Hide and Cross Now. The venerable sage was about to teach her how to conjugate a few simple Latin verbs; but thought better of it.
Security cameras caught the image of a large stag. the Face of Everyman was called in to help identify the intruder. Such large beasts seldom find their way to the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. To his surprise the stag could be none other than the Golden Stag of old Gypsy fairy tales. Everyman had not spoken to him in ages and regretted sleeping through the return of such an august visitor.