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The Hawaiian breeze woke uh-oh from a deep sleep.  As she looked around,
she wondered how she could still feel like an outsider in the Islands.
It had been years since she had moved from Carmel Valley.  Still, she was
lonely, even though she thought Hawaii was the most beautiful place on
earth.  She tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't.  She looked at her
watch, it was 8:00.  Uh-oh got out of bed and walked down to her mailbox.
She didnt expect any mail, no one from the Valley wrote her anymore, but
she still checked her mail out of habit.  To her surprise, she had a
letter.  This was unusual, but she had other things to do.  She rode her
motorcycle into town to pick up a bunch of sockweeds.  She'd modified her
motorcycle awhile ago, it now had a sweet stereo system, and she turned
up oh litterbox full blast.  The song had premiered at Christmas, but
had been such a hit in the ferret world that uh-oh's radio station had
promised to play it all year.  She sang along with the radio, but sadly
had to turn it down when she got into town.  She picked up her sockweeds
from the florist and drove back home (without radio).  She usually
enjoyed driving in the island sun and loved the feeling of the wind in
her fur.  But today she was bored, and wanted more adventure then her
life in Hawaii.  She pulled into her driveway and carried her sockweeds
into the kitchen.  As she arranged them in a blue vase, she noticed the
letter on the table.  There was no return address, so it couldn't be any
of her friends.  With shaking paws, she ripped open the envelope to find
a short message written on red stationary.  -we are waiting for your
call.  544-5555.  Repeated call SAS at 544-5555- Uh-oh nearly dropped
the vase of sockweeds, could this be the adventure she was waiting for?
 
Mischief woke up, still wondering about the mysterious letter.  SAS
sounded almost familiar, like she had been there before.  But what could
it be, what could the letters stand for?  And, she thought, how could she
possibly have been there before, if she had never left this small county
in Alaska?  She looked in her phone book, and, predictably found nothing.
Where it should have been, she found an ad for Sassy Sock Stealing
Service.  Definitely wrong!  Without any real hope, she checked her
email, and to her surprise, she found an address, number 800, bandit
boulevard, London.  London!  Well, shed definitely never been there,
but, boy was she going!  Fast as silver lightning, she reached for the
phone, and dialed.  Hello, this is AirFerrets, Alaska.  Can I help you!
 
 o-one ticket to London, put me on the next flight Mischief said
quickly ok ,flight's in two hours. The AirFerret said questioningly do
you still want tickets? two hours!  Mischief lived two hours away from
the airport, and that left her no time to go through security.  yes!
Ill take the ticket she said, surprising herself, and hung up.  Maybe
she could make it if she drove like a ferret on speed.  Mischief ran
upstairs to pack her things.  throwing stuff randomly into her ratty old
ski bag.  Sox, treats, the remote, some comfy fleece bedding, scraps of
paper, keys, and a smelly left boot were all tossed in.  she grabbed the
bag and raced out to the car, tossed it in, jumped into the front seat,
started it up, then hit the gas and zoomed off.  The Alaskan scenery
whipped by, mischief was driving impossibly fast.  The morning was still
freezing, and she could hardly feel the warmth from her heater, and in
her hurry, she had forgotten to bring her fleece scarf.  She turned the
heater up as high as it would go, but it was no use, and she was still
shivering when she boarded her flight, miraculously 30 minutes early.
[Posted in FML issue 4966]