Oliver, No. 421's currier, came running up the path to the cabin and
pounded on the door.

"Hey No. 421, you in there?" Oliver asked.

No. 421 was taking advantage of the cool morning air to catch a few
more winks. He slowly crawled out of his hammy, ruffled up his hair
and padded in his bare feet over to the door.

"Oliver, what is the matter with you, don't you know it is way to
early for us to be up and about?" No. 421 said.

"Well, I was going to pick some berries for our porridge when I saw de
Boss strolling down through the meadow," Oliver said. "He went over the
Rainbow Bridge just to see how things are, when he saw this little girl
ferret alone by a climbing Ivy plant. She looked so forlorn; the Boss
went over to her and asked her what she was doing there. I heard her
say she was lost, had no one she knew, and didn't know how she got
here, and then she started to cry big silver tears. Her tears dropped
to the ground and big blue Forget-Me-Nots sprung up where the silver
tears landed. She reached down and picked a few and held them. With
that, the Boss lifted her up into his hand and the two crossed over
the Rainbow Bridge together. Youse has to hurry, as dis lil' girl and
de Boss is waiting for you."

No. 421 hurried back inside to jump into his clothes. He buttoned his
shirt up wrong, had to do it again, finally got his hair to stay down,
pushed his paws into his boots and ran out the door.

"Come on Oliver, we is late," No. 421 said. "What will we tell de
Boss?"

The two friends came puffing up to the bridge and there sat the Boss
with a little girl ferret in his hands. There were angels kneeling all
around, and the little ferret girl was warm and comfortable. She was
not sick any more, and she felt calm and happy and all her tears were
dry.

No. 421 knelt down in front of the Boss and said he was sorry he was
late.

The Receiving Angel came forward, and handed No. 421 a ticket with the
names of several ferrets on it.

"No. 421, please go to the Field of Dreams and fine Denver, Nicholas,
Noah, Monica, and Max," he said. "Bring them back here as soon as you
can."

No. 421 and Oliver ran down the hill where ferrets were just getting
up. A girl ferret named, Monica was drawing water.

"Hi Monica," No. 421 said. "Round up Denver, Nicholas, Noah, and Max
and take them to the Bridge. We has a very special guest named Ivy
that belongs to you and this one the Boss took care of himself."

Monica rushed home and told everyone to hurry up; the Boss had little
Ivy at the Bridge.

"Denver, you introduce the clan to your sister Ivy," Monica said. "I'm
going to start breakfast, she must be very hungry."

All the ferrets hurried back to the bridge with No. 421 and Oliver in
the front. The Receiving Angel smiled, as Denver rushed up to the Boss
and told him he was Denver and this was his sister. Little Ivy was so
tired she was fast asleep, still holding her flowers.

Without waking her, No. 421 took her in his big strong front paws and
carried her back to her new home. He set her down on one of the sleep
sacks and told the Gentle Breeze to take a message back to her human
Mom that little Ivy had arrived, was reunited with Denver and the rest
of the clan, and would wait for her to come and get them.

"Tell her she had special treatment when she arrived, and only cried
a few tears," No. 421 said. "Gentle Breeze, these Forget-Me-Nots are
wilting, and the petals are dropping. Take them with you so her Mom
will think of her when she sees petals blowing on the wind."

Gentle Breeze departed with the Forget-Me-Nots and a few petals dropped
as she left.

No. 421 and Oliver stayed for breakfast and little Ivy sat up, yawned
a few times, and joined in the fun. The ferrets dooked and caught up
on all the news.

Back at his cabin, No. 421 took the few dropped petals out of his
pocket and pressed them in his logbook, He wrote, - Mission Completed
with help from the Boss. Little Ivy is with her family, and all is
well. Her Mom has finally been notified, that Ivy is well and happy
again.

No. 421 touched the blue petals and sighed. Dooks, she sure is pretty.
And with that, he closed his book, picked up his hoe and headed out to
his garden.

[Posted in FML 6361]