Black-tailed Deer

Big Guy visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to check on his harem of does. He gave a nod to the Face of Everyman and apologized for all the noise at night.

the Face of Everyman cleverly balanced the books by serving his stock of rancid birdseed. Mostly it was the deer who enjoyed the largesse of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Birds found it too tangy for them.

Bellicose was unsure of himself as he entered the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was that a Doe who was ready or was that the smell of fresh paint on the manor house? the Face of Everyman suggested that he return after the paint had dried.

It was a mild earthquake, but Isabella needed a stiff drink, nonetheless. A 4.3 on the Richter scale was nothing to treat lightly. Even though this was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, and maybe the Face of Everyman had no control over natural disasters; it left her shaken. What was a girl to do?

Alas, poor Ambrose had been tagged as part of a research project in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Researchers like the venerable sage wanted to know more about the native deer. the Face of Everyman insisted that no deer had been injured in the taking of this photo. Insulted maybe, but not injured.

Big Boy, the detective sent to examine the destruction to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, noted that the scene had the handiwork of the Bergdorf twins written all over it. the Face of Everyman couldn’t have agreed more. Those pesky raccoons must be held accountable.

It was nearing the Super Full Moon in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Randy felt it was safe to put in an appearance a month before the Hunter’s Moon in October, a scary time for prime Bucks. the face of Everyman offered to cast his horoscope to reduce his anxiety.

the Face of Everyman grew more exasperated every minute. They were here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a family portrait; yet wouldn’t follow simply directions to create the right composition.

Gladys continued to forage for green apples long after the Sun had set on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, the noise of her eating kept the Face of Everyman awake to all hours.

Somehow three-day old French fries seemed to satisfy Shenandoah’s need for Omega 3 Fatty Acids. the Face of Everyman could only shrug and agree that strange dietary habits were practiced in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.