Black-tailed Deer

In his troubled dreams the Face of Everyman was sure that the Devil was visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage woke with a start to find that the nightmare had vanished.

Spikey walked out of the underbrush of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He paraded his new spikes before the judgmental eyes of the Face of Everyman who had seen about everything. The venerable sage tried to exhibit enthusiasm.

The heat in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was oppressive; even Bambi’s mother took her turn drinking from the fountain. the Face of Everyman would like to offer another source so that his naps were not interrupted.

Big Buck knew that somebody up there liked him: who else would scatter cracked corn about the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hadn’t accounted for such a large hunger to dig into his budget.

All thoughts of a nap evaporated as the Face of Everyman saw pesky Lester approach. Somewhere in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was this child’s mother. Where?