There is a stream at the bottom of my garden and about a mile upstream
there are municipal tennis courts so I am the grateful recipient of
countless misshit balls.

One day I took a brand new ball and threaded it onto a piece of cord
and hung it about 7-8 inches from the floor of the ferret cage. The
phone rang and I went back to the cage after 30 mins to find that I
now had a bald tennis ball and a cage full of yellow fluff.

Tony, Sugar and Suki.
In memory of Sally and  Sue.

[Posted in FML 5890]