Dippy doodles wisely advised:
>Next, you might wanna take bronco busting lessons.  I was a natural so I
>not have to.  But lots of girls do, and use it to their advantage.
 
Miss Hiss, a dark sable miss in a black hat, looks over at Dippy and
winks.  She goes back to adjusting her saddle on a rather large lighter
sable boy ferret.  She reaches down, spins her spurs and climbs aboard.
The sable looks back at Miss Hiss and begins to look concerned.  Miss
Hiss digs in her spurs and the light sable boy jumps up with a Yeow!
He starts jumping around the arena.
 
Light sable boy- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.  Hey, you never said
anything about spurs.
 
Miss Hiss- Hissssssssssssss.
 
Miss Hiss takes her hat off and waves it about.  She digs in her spurs
again, which sends the light sable boy into a frenzy of jumping and
yelling.
 
Light sable boy- Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. Will you stop that.
 
A buzzer sounds and Miss Hiss leaps off, and heads for the fence, spurs
jingling.  The light sable boy walks tiredly over to where Honey, a cute
chocolate, is standing.  Rubbing the sore spot, he leans over to her.
 
Light sable boy- What's her problem? I only said I'd do a fake ride.
 
Honey, chewing on a piece of straw- Was she smiling at the time?
 
Light sable boy- How'd you know?
 
Honey- She learns well.  Never trust a smiling ferret, especially one
wearing spurs.
 
Happy 3rd Birthday Miss Hiss!
 
Sandy and the Dook City Gang
Ferrets, like butterflies and little  girls, need no  excuse.
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[Posted in FML issue 4847]