Dear Ferret Folks-

You rock. You just plain rock.

I was hoping for half a dozen Easter cards for little Alex in his
mailbox. Instead, according to the Postmistress for the town of
Princeton, Alexander got more holiday mail than ANY kid in town!
Princeton is a small town, and it literally drove them nuts in the
Post Office to find these packages from all over the country with
return addresses like "Wiggles Weasel" and "Queen of the Fursnakes."
They wanted to be let in on it. Finally, the Postmistress herself
came to speak with Alex's Mom. What was up with this?

My sister explained, and the Postmistress was just dumbfounded. Alex
got FIVE packages in just ONE day. *Packages.* Cardboard boxes. Some of
them big enough to contain *entire* Easter baskets full of candy and
goodies. Stuffed ferrets. A harmonica. A dollar bill. An entire *bag*
of rainbow hued bunny shaped marshmallows. Hard candy rods from See's
in California. Chocolate bunnies. Books. Pastel Easter M&M's. Plastic
eggs stuffed with treats. And cards, many cards. Some that sing when
you open them. Some that were hand made. Some that were loaded with
photos of people and their ferrets.

Alex is absolutely THRILLED with his pile of loot! If you ask him he
will tell you that he received it all because people wanted to cheer
him up. Well, it worked. The kid is just vibrating! I took a picture of
Alex in front of his enormous pile of loot. It wasn't easy to get it
all in one photo. Those big cardboard boxes in the background? Those
came in the mail for Alex.

Now. Here is the really amusing part. Alex, with ADHD, is extremely
sugar sensitive. We have to limit his sugar intake. I didn't think to
mention it because I was lobbying for, like, Hallmark cards--not entire
fully loaded EASTER BASKETS. You guys sent him half a million calories
in sugar and chocolate. He's been running around the grassy front yard
for two days without his shoes, yelling "WHOOO!" as he attacks his
redwood play set, runs up the plastic slide, leaps into the swings and
flies up the ladder. He runs through the huge blooming patch of purple,
yellow and white crocus barefoot and hollering "WHOOO!" with both arms
up over his head. He has had more candy in the last two days than he
has had in two years. With his permission (not that we were *asking*,
really) the bulk of the candy has been put into ziplocs and stored in
my deep freeze. I figure he has enough to last until *next* Easter.

Thank you so, so very, very much. I don't have the words. The kid will
never forget this. I know that I won't. You helped turn a really bad
situation into a good forever memory. And his Mom and Grandmom and
Uncle and I can't *ever* thank you enough!

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Alexandra in MA

[Posted in FML 6657]