The National Inquirer purchased this action shot of Big Guy as he patrolled the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hoped that the notoriety of our home town boy would bring throngs of new guests. He needed a big bump in fourth quarter profits.
the Face of Everyman missed the good old days of Disney when deer were gentle folk. Now the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed peopled with aggression. He often feared for his life. Where was Ranger Ralph when you needed him?
As of this hour election results were unclear; a few contests were still be to decided using the ancient code of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to interfere or call a winner until a sign of submission from one was obvious.
Big Guy knew that celebrity status came with a price even here in the remote Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had assigned a paparazzi to shadow the buck and learn the true size of his harem. Big Guy had hoped that he could just get on with his life without the cameras and flashbulbs.
Spikie didn’t mean to frighten the venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He just wanted to show the Face of Everyman how much his antlers had grown. Nonetheless Everyman awoke with a fright as he dimly saw Satan leering at him thru the darkness.
Big Boy was back seeking more advice from the Face of Everyman. As the Hunter’s Moon approached, the competition between big males became more fierce. Big Boy wanted to leave his legacy to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Was there somewhere safe that he could take his herd?” The venerable sage tried to dodge the question. His response was a non sequitur.
The vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa posed a peculiar problem for Big Boy: how to leave his scent on trees and bushes so that the ladies would know of his presence. So far, by the Face of Everyman’s count, only four or five would be Mothers had joined his close circle of friends.
Big Boy approached the scattered debris field of the UFO with trepidation. Was this yet another challenge to his supremacy of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? the Face of Everyman recalled little of last night’s events. Had he slept thru another extra terrestrial visit?
Little Charlotte lagged behind to say a few words to the Face of Everyman. She found him in a catatonic state. Presently he was exhibiting mutism and could not respond. She had wanted to tell him how much she enjoyed his vast forest and all the fun things at his Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her kind words went unheard. An eye may have blinked. Who knows?
Somehow Cedric was proud of his asymmetric antlers. He wasn’t sure how he would fare with the other bucks of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Rutting season was fast approaching. Was he ready for mortal combat? the Face of Everyman was reluctant to comment.
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