Algernon approached the Face of Everyman. He knew better than ask a foolish question. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rife with rumors of his stoic attitude towards meaningless questions.
It was the third time today that Charlette had come by to ask the Face of Everyman to count her spots. She had hopes that she is maturing faster than most fawns in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. That must count for something.
As Summer weather was forecasted for the next few days Crackerjack rested ahead of time in the shade. He found a spot in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa where a passerby could admire his new antlers. the Face of Everyman thought this the height of vanity.
Little What’s Her Name followed her mom into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa filled with questions for the Venerable Sage. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep.
Willow came by to ask the Face of Everyman to count her spots. He’d never been asked before and was reluctant to start a new trend. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was full of newborns with cockamamie ideas.
The twins came by to have their baby pictures taken. They were the first fawns of the year and were front page stuff as far as the Face of Everyman was concerned. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was enjoying a rising population.
Mom brought her newborn twins by to see the sanctuary of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This is where they were to hunker down and remain till she returned. the Face of Everyman welcomed the new family.
Bucky came by to show off his new beginnings. Surely others would follow. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hand many young males and the Face of Everyman would have to complement each new set of antlers.
Esmarelda tried to walk-off her resentment towards her sisters in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. While she was here alone, they were off in the forest having darling little twins. the Face of Everyman always resented fawning season: he was always asked to babysit. No fawn had been sighted yet.