Things had been quiet at the Bridge, so No. 421 took some time off to
get his cabin ready for winter. He was fixing the spare room for his
currier Oliver. Oliver spent more time with No. 421 than he did at his
mound, so No. 421 decided to let Oliver move in. He had just put a "For
Sale" sign on Oliver's mound last night. No. 421 was going to finished
the door and take a nap.

Dawn was just breaking when there was a flutter of wings and Bluebird
settled down on the porch railing. "No. 421" she chirped, there is a
fuzzy at de Bridge, and Oliver is no where to be seen."

No. 421 put on his coat and hurried up to the Bridge. He just had to
dosomething about that boy.

"Hello, who goes there," he called. A cute little sable girl with hair
the color of ice chips, looked up. She was so delicate and she was
looking around for someone.

"Hello there," No, 421 said. "Who are you and how did you get here?"

"My name is Rogue and I was looking for my big brudder Kodo," she said
in a very small voice. "I be scared and I do not know where I am. When
I went to sleep, he was home with Momma Lisa. Now I is here, and all
alone."

No. 421 took her tiny paw in his big warm one and led her over to the
bench at the side of the bridge. The two ferrets just sat down when
Oliver came running over the Bridge with a ferret boy who was carrying
some suitcases.

"Hey No. 421, I'm sorry I'se late," Oliver said. "Here is a ticket for
this boy, named Bandit. I had answered the call to come to the gate;
the Receiving Angel had gone up to the Big House for a minute and Skye
gave me these two tickets. North Wind was chasing Gentle Breeze, and
she blew by me so fast I lost one of the tickets. This feller and me
looked for the ticket. We finally found it, now we need to find Miss
Rogue, but I'se in a dither, I don't know where to look."

No. 421 smiled at Oliver and squeezed Miss Rogue's paw. "Oliver, I
think I can help you," No. 421 said. "Miss Rogue is here with me so
bring Bandit over."

Miss Rogue had been crying and was standing in a patch of For-Get-Me-
Nots by the bench. One flower grew up where each silver tear had
dropped.

Miss Rogue looked up and stopped crying. "Bandit, is that you?" she
cried. "Oh Bandit, I thought I was going to so alone. Thank you for
coming with me. I'm so little, and everything is easier with you here."

The two ferrets hugged and dooked and hugged some more.

"Well, now that's settled, let's all go down to Bakin' Bertha's for
breakfast," No. 421 said.

Bluebird hopped on No. 421's shoulder and asked him to save her a cake.
"I'll take these two tickets back to the Receiving Angel and fly right
back here," she chirped.

And with that, she took the tickets in her beak and flew away.

Oliver and No. 421 sat down while Bandit and Miss Rogue talked about
Momma Lisa. Fang took their order and Buddy, who worked in the kitchen
part time, put the raisin cakes on the tray.

"Could we send a message back to our Momma and tell her we are here
together and will wait for her to come?" Miss Rogue asked.

"Sure," No. 421 said. "Shooting Star is over there having his
breakfast, he'll take a message to her tonight saying you have arrived
and Bandit is here with you. In fact, hey Oliver, are you packed for
the move to my cabin yet?"

"Almost, I just need to carry everything up," Oliver said. "What am I
going to do with my bed and dishes?"

"Well, these two new comers don't have a place to live yet, so let's
give them your mound."

Oliver smiled from whisker to whisker. "Great, they can help me move my
things, and then they can move into my mound, mostly furnished," Oliver
said. "This is great."

After breakfast, the four ferrets carried Oliver's boxes up to No.
421's cabin. Miss Rogue and Bandit set about fixing the mound the way
they wanted it, and Shooting Star put the message on one point until
tonight.

No. 421 wrote in his logbook, Oliver is here with me, unpacking
his belongings, so no more lost tickets, forgotten calls, or late
greetings. Miss Rogue and Bandit have moved into a beautiful, furnished
mound and Miss Rogue is already making up the hammies for tonight.
Oliver found the ticket he thought he had lost, and all records are
complete. Mission was accomplished, with help from Bluebird.

[Posted in FML 6477]