This uncaring teenager is busy sucking up the birdseed meant for the little songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman laments that there is no budget line item for feeding these ravenous deer. They will be his ruin yet.
A File Image to commemorate Leap Day in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman couldn’t understand what the fuss was all about. He had seen these days come and go before anybody cared about them.
Snow has covered most of the browse; so, breakfast was a lot of hunting and pecking in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the following morning it was all but gone. the Face of Everyman breathed a sigh of relief.
The Zombie Deer have invaded the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman planned to use the photos as proof to the wildlife people. The Zombies were scarring away guests. That effected the bottom line.
Mildred shook her body violently to remove the hailstones. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered little cover from the elements. the Face of Everyman never let a little hailstorm bother him; he slept right thru them. Most of them anyway.
Virtual barrel racing had become the new sport in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman erected virtual barrels and the races were held every Sunday. Great sport and the deer loved it.
Bambi’s Aunt Ena made quick work of the choice birdseed scattered in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. There wasn’t a kernel of corn left. the Face of Everyman was non-plussed.
Big Guy hadn’t shed his antlers yet as they may be needed at any moment. the Face of Everyman doubted that as Big Guy was the undisputed King of the forest in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
No sooner had the food for the songbirds been issued than a brutish hoard swept in and licked up the corn and grain. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was often the target of these raids. the Face of Everyman sought help from the U N.