:: Deep in the recesses of the TN woods, a slight moaning can be heard.
There ... in the small clearing, behind the stumps and near the mushroom
patches.  A still ... er cauldron bubbles away next to an injured Ferret
Oracle.  Many worried ferret faces surround her as she reads the FML and
begins to fume::
 
"Jaws?  JAWS?  Toothless???, " bellows the Oracle.
 
A tiny taupe colored female steps forward and says, "you should rest and
calm down, you're going to loose what's left of your powers if you set
your self back from recovery.  You know that's what "She" wants, " says
the side kick Dippy.  No one likes to address the "she" as the Ferret
Charmer.  It makes the Oracle ...angry.
 
"I have plenty of teeth to take a bite out of that woman, believe me you!
I'm the Oracle and I can grow teeth if I really want them.  Maybe I don't
want that ole tooth back.  Hmmf.  But what I'm furious at is the implied
remark that lost my powers while under the drill .... and that ferrets
were happy about it??  Like they are all my admirers because they are
enslaved?  Pffft."
 
"I know great robed one, but that's all "she's" got you know.  Rumors.
Lots of talk.  I'm sure FLO didn't really give official reports anything
like that.  They're very professional dontcha know.", little Dippy
comforts.  "But Great Robed One?"
 
"Yesth?  Can you hand me my medicine from the still ... er caudron?"
 
"I'm not worried about the jaws thing, or the claim that you had a
momentary loss of your powers.", Dippy looks around over her shoulders.
"I"m worried about the threat.  Aren't you?"
 
"What, the coming over here and showering me with love statement??  Pffft
whatever."
 
"Oracle ... the operative word here is "embrace."
 
::The oracle stops before the drink, er medicine hits her lips and
freezes in thought.  A worried look crosses her face.  Embrace.
Bosom.  Anesthetizing touch.  CO.::
 
"Oh no, Dippy."
 
"Oh yes, Oracle."
 
"We can't let that happen ..." The Oracle swallows the glass ...er dose
of medicine and stands.  She wavers a bit, straightens her robe, wipes
her mouth with her sleeve, and calls forth all her magical, furry, weasel
admirers.  "Little ones, this is not the time to panic.  I doubt that
people of the land of Caca are allowed below the mason dixon line.  The
rednecks do have their standards you know.  But just in case "her" words
are real and not just said to watch me sweat ::glaring towards the
Charmer::, I want to take precautions.  Until I recover, I'm going toil
away here, eat some beans to power up, and heal.  And if she comes near
me, I"m going to plan for an extraction.  And it won't be a tooth
extraction if she doesn't stop threatening me!"
 
Oracle
[Posted in FML issue 5134]