Dar FMLers,
 
Thought you might like a story to perk up your day!!!  I haven't sent any
your way lately.
 
It all started while I was housesitting for my friend and her four
ferrets during their honeymoon.  All of her ferrets were obtained through
me, so I was very familiar with them and they with me.  I brought my four
along for the two weeks, and when the two groups get together, it's like
gang wars.  Lola, the spunky albino alpha fert of the house, was angry
that I brought my gang along, so she set out to make my week hell.  And
she succeeded!!!
 
First, she created a diversion.  While Carlos got into the kitchen trash
bin, she sailed four feet from a chair onto a table holding the bride's
floral centerpiece.  This was very important because the bride's father
couldn't make it to the wedding, so he sent the flowers instead.  Lola,
with a gleam in her evil red eyes, tore all the beautiful roses to
shreds!!!
 
Then, the fun came.  While searching for a vacuum cleaner, with all eight
of the ferrets running around, I looked in the laundry room.  This room
holds a washer and dryer (one on top of the other), and a water heater.
It also has a pilot light exposed on the ground.  Not a good place for a
ferret.  I guess I forgot to close the door all the way, because a little
later, I heard some rustling that was unfamiliar.  Fear crept into me as
I prayed the ferrets hadn't found the open door now visible to me.  Sure
enough there was Lola, but only Lola.
 
As I entered the room to catch the rogue ferret, I must have
unconsciously closed the door behind me.  I heard a click, and for the
second time that evening fear struck.  I went to open the door, and the
plastic doorknob broke off in my hand.  I was trapped inside a closet
with an evil ferret, and seven ferrets on the other side who had no food
or water (it was only playtime!!!).  I broke apart a clothespin to get
the little metal wire.  Maybe I could pick the lock open.  No luck.  It
was stuck tight.  OK, think, think.  I put Lola in the open washing
machine (for her own protection),grabbed an ironing board, and began
ramming the door.  I managed to break a small hole right next to the
doorknob, and stuck my hand through to try my luck from the other side.
Nope, Lola's evil had worked well.  So here I am, trying not to panic,
ramming an ironing board through the door of a room no bigger than a tiny
bathroom.  As I got the hole big enough to squeeze through, a placed Lola
ion the other side and looked down to see seven eager faces cheering me
on.  Great...a fuzzy audience.  I finally decided to give it a try.  And
wouldn't you know I got stuck in this hole.  Now I'm precariously perched
above a sharp piece of plywood threatening to puncture my abdomen, and I
can't go forward or back through the hole.  I did finally fall headfrst
into the pile of scattering ferts, and ended up bruised and bloody, but
out of that forsaken closet.
 
Moral or the story: Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets.
 
Lots of Laughs,
Sara and the Fuzzy Four
[Posted in FML issue 4691]