We want to tell everyone how happy we are to have our sister, Frankie, back.
 
Mom took us to dinner at the house of an old college friend and his wife and
introduced us one by one to his little girls, who both like ferrets very
much.  Then when everybody sat down to eat dinner, Frankie disappeared.  Mom
tore the place apart looking for her and to her horror, discovered lots of
potential dangers in a house that was supposedly ferret-proofed -- a
recliner with mechanical parts underneath the seat that could crush her, an
exposed refrigerator fan that could badly maim her if she stuck her foot or
head in there, two big dogs that could easily kill her.
 
The friends promised to take good care of Frankie and call Mom when she
showed up, but of course, Mom couldn't leave.  She left the rest of us in
the car with food and water and went back and asked her friends if she could
spend the night camped out on their floor, hoping she would hear Frankie.
This was reasonable because Frankie was wearing a little harness with a
jingle bell.  So they got out a sleeping bag and talked for a while.
 
When everybody finally went to bed a little before 11 p.m., guess who
showed up? Mom heard a jingling sound and went to check it out and found
Frankie walking around under the dining room table! Whew! What a relief!
She was sure happy to see that little weasel!
 
It turns out the friend's daughter had briefly cared for a male ferret
who was twice the size of us girls, and didn't know anything about
ferret-proofing a home (other than maybe keeping him away from the dogs).
 
The moral of the story is, never take anyone's word for it just because
they say their house is ferret-proofed!
 
                        Espie, Lucky Charm, and Angel
[Posted in FML issue 1245]