Black-tailed Deer

Everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wished Loopy better luck next year. the Face of Everyman recommended an antler specialist incase this condition was chronic.

It’s an hour before Sunrise and all Barney wants is a double shot Americano. Is that too much to ask? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa makes little provision for the early riser. the Face of Everyman, of course, has his own Espresso machine. He relishes that first cup.

the Face of Everyman saved this image from the security cameras to illustrate his forthcoming treatise on twisted ungulates, high-lighting ruminants. His papers, invariably on denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, received wide attention at foreign conferences.

the Face of Everyman tried not to laugh but . . . this poor Buck had one antler up and the other down. Good thing there was no fighting allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

It was after two in the morning and Big Guy was still making the rounds checking for his harem. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was vast. the Face of Everyman wasn’t going to lose any sleep over this peculiar custom.

No matter where he went the eye of the camera seemed to follow. Bucky felt uncomfortable. Was this harassment on the part of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman said No, it was National Security.

It was a lazy day for the Twins in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had a low regard for those who neither weave nor spin.

Willard thought it best to rest before the days ahead. He’d need all his energy for fights and scuffles. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed to perpetuate the species of Blacked Tail Deer. the Face of Everyman tried to stay out of the way and the dust.

As the browse dried and food became scarse Mom and the Twins ate food meant for the Crows and songbirds. The natural order of things began to change in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman didn’t like it one bit.