In an exercise of pure vanity Arnold stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He hoped to receive compliments on his amazing antlers. Instead, the Face of Everyman reminded him that annual dues to the Golf Club were due the 1st of August.


The spokesperson against global warming and forest fires was only in town briefly. A quick lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa buffet with a few civic leaders was all she had time for this trip. Even the Face of Everyman had to rely on grainy security footage and images shot by the Paparazzi.


Young Braveheart was searching for anyone to spar with. He needed to train for combat in the coming months. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was now a ghost land of its former self. the Face of Everyman recorded fewer sightings of deer with each passing year.


The sounds of happy songbirds lured Selene to the every edge of the vast forest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. To her, everything was new and wondrous; it was only when the Face of Everyman questioned her as to the whereabouts of her Mom did she realize how far she’d traveled. The venerable sage suggested that she return to the safe spot where her mother had placed her. Mom might be frightened by her absence.


An intense heat wave was bringing sweltering temperatures to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to deny any requests from the Plus Sized Ladies to splash in the pool. He could only recommend the deep shade of the near by forests.

New Growth

Arnold claimed the jackpot on the betting pool held annually at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The first yearling to show a new growth of antlers could claim the prize. the Face of Everyman would care for his Tesla until Arnold passed his driving test.

Plus Size

The Plus Size ladies were back in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after being sequestered in the high country; some acting as mid-wives. the Face of Everyman hadn’t seen a fawn as yet; but, any day now he’d be asked to baby sit one of those spotted rascals. He tried to say “No”, but he was a push over for the big eyes and long lashes.


Oswald was a strong advocate of gender identification and refused to knock off his pitiful antlers. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was home to many Bucks who gratefully removed their antlers as a gesture of peace in our time. the Face of Everyman tried to instill this thought in Oswald; without luck.

Oh, Sob

It was an ugly sight. The corn set out to ferment by the Face of Everyman was to become the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa private label whiskey. Instead the Plus Sized people were devouring every kernel. The venerable sage sobbed quietly the rest of the day.