Bors the Younger had spent all night nursing his wounds and poaching apples in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Broken antlers attested to his willingness to do combat; a full stomach meant he needed a safe place to ruminate and then sleep. the Face of Everyman suggested that a nearby glen of ferns might offer safety. Or not.
No sooner than the parsimonious rations for songbirds had been distributed than a huge deer swept in and ate what she could lick up. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had sought a federal subsidy for birdseed and suet blocks. Now with a new administration perhaps it was time to resubmit.
A new face appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This young Knight had not been seen this season. the Face of Everyman extended a hearty welcome but it went unnoticed. This knight errant was not in search of chivalrous adventures.
Big Guy had escaped several segments of the hunting season. But there were still periods of death that lay ahead: late archery season, Senior hunting, and the worst muzzle loading hunters. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had enough liability insurance to handle a 1,000 pound buck; but he would check with the home office. Meanwhile he’d light a candle and mutter a few incantations.
The crunch of dried leaves behind him made Big Boy turn; ready to accept any challenger on the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Alas it was only the Face of Everyman using local natural products for quick exfoliation. After all, his face was his fortune.
Once again on the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa debates were being held. the Face of Everyman had alerted news sources for TV coverage; but, because of the remoteness they had declined. The venerable sage took this remarkably clear photo using the very daguerreotype methods willed to him by Mathew Brady.
Security cameras covering the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa detected these two young bucks duking it out for the hand of the young maiden. the Face of Everyman replayed the scratchy audio and could hear Lady Guinevere plead for the Boys to stop. “Fat chance” thought the venerable sage, “not with that fair maiden as the prize.”
Spiky looked back to see that the door to the time portal was closed. He was now in the realm of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had advised him to stay close, out of the way of the Big Guys till well after the next full moon; the Harvest moon. Being a sparring partner was one thing. To challenge Bambi’s father was another.
Bambi’s Aunt and two cousins exit the magical world of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa via the time portal. Big brother Amaury looks back to be sure little sister Lilith is not left behind. If she stayed too long she might begin to believe that the Face of Everyman was real.
As Autumn neared and rumors of poachers increased Big Guy spent his days in the deep cover of the vast forests surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Only in the dark of night did he venture out to check his mail and chat briefly with the Face of Everyman.
