Bambi posed for a moment so that the Face of Everyman could count his spots. The birthing season in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was almost over. The Fawns were growing up fast.
Spots
View
Delbert concentrated on making a bird’s eye view of the venerable sage as he slept in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was unaware that his photo was being taken.
Pranks
Big Sister was busy posing for Audubon calendar shots while Little Sister photobombed everyone. This happens often in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman condemns such pranks.
Thistle Seed
Alfi felt alone. Not a single member of his flock had been seen this past week in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman chalked it up to food choices. Better Nyger seed elsewhere.
Thieves
Boots asked the proverbiale question: “When’s Summer.” the Face of Everyman pointed to the sign. Now gone; stolen by the Gipsies. Drat.
Hot Line?
Little Maelstrom kept dialing the Mental Health Hotline, getting the busy signal. His problems couldn’t wait. So, he unloaded his story on the Face of Everyman. It shook the very foundations of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Zombie
Speed
It was hard to calculate her speed, but Tuppence was the fastest thing on three legs in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman would endeavor to measure it someday.
Full Moon
By the light of the Strawberry moon POGO foraged throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman basked in its silvery glow.
Juxtaposition
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