>I, Mookie-Rex McFutzle, come to give you warning that the Clan
>McKrackin' is gatherinh his armies as we speak to come after you and lure
>you into a trap at this time and date............::a noise is heard and
>Mookie-Rex McFutzle smells a scent very familiar to him which makes his
>tail bottlebrush instantly.  He dashes off faster then a speeding raisin
>rolling down a 24 ft.  see thru tunnel and all is silent.  What will
>happen is yet to be.  The Great Ferret Oracle of the Mystical Futzle
>Realm must draw all her powers to her and figure out what to do now!
 
Beware of Clan War Weasels!  And oh yeah, beware of Clan McKrackin'.
Beware ye wolfwoman when ye mess around with a Scotswoman.  Ye will be
hearing the lilting music of bagpipes in your sleep, that is if ye dare
to sleep!
 
Lynn and the Clan War Weasils!
[Posted in FML issue 3961]