Sacheverell stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to share his good news with the Face of Everyman. A large insurance company had chosen S to be their national spokesperson and new corporate image. It was a ten year contract and required him to maintain his buff body and suave looks. His antlers were to be insured by Lloyds of London for an undisclosed amount in the event they became unsymmetrical or damaged in such a way as to prohibit public appearances. He was going to miss those dog tossing exhibitions at the county fair; but now his face was his fortune. C’est la vie.
Shenandoah
Shenandoah ambled through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He stopped briefly to pay his respects to the Face of Everyman, the local leading light and spiritual leader. He was really angling to become the Deer Totem for any of the local civic service groups. The venerable sage was at a loss to offer any endorsement. All assignments were booked till the Fall. Unless, of course, he didn’t mind a temp position as totem for the Roadside Clean-up Crew. They weren’t reverent and only needed someone looking after their well being on Saturday mornings.
