Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
 
Draw near & hear the word of Conan the Large:
 
Whereas Rosie & Maxie are having TOO much fun with this wedding business,
Whereas Wigglie is already spoken for by the beloved Foggy,
Whereas Samantha is pining for a mate worthy of her,
 
Conan the Large, albino FLO operative, Bryder Household, Kingdom of Florida
hereby proposes that he & the lovely Sam wed in Wholey (socks) Macaroni when
the wows are taken by the rest of the fambly. Rikki is convinced he is Best
Fert anyway & will be delighted to stand up for his brother. Camille the
Sweet will be happy to act as Sam's fert-of-honor.
 
Conan feels his ruby eyes should stand in for the 'wing' the girls want, but
Mom has carrots in the fridge & if he can just squeeze in there from
underneath, he will give Miss Sam as many as she wants.  After the wedding,
when they all go live in the condo together, Camille proposes to be Foggy's
legs, if he needs them.  (She figures if she hangs around, maybe she'll
catch a hus-fert, too) Rikki just wants his fair-ret share of the raisins
and goodies.
 
Conan the Large understands that his Sam is a delicate creature in need of
love and support and many newspaper sacks to play in.  He wants her to know
he's a burly brute, who will care for her in ECE & in health, till Rainbow
Bridge shall part them.  He brings the secret fert toy cache to the marriage
and marketable toe-biting, carpet digging, and poopy-stashing skills.
 
Conan agrees to wear the tux, but wondeers what the girls will wear? Is there
a seam-fert around to do justice to the girls' beauty, teeth, and tails? It's
a concern.
 
Conan hopes to hear from your emissaries soon, as there is a cute little
silver-mitt in Orlando who won't wait forever for even a prize like Conan....
 
Paula
Conan the Large ('don't forget to say I'm big, Ma)
Rikki (where's the raisins?)
Camille( NOW do I get to meet Foggy, please, Ma, please, Ma)
Cady the Dawg, Kelsey the Cat (collective yawns)
[Posted in FML issue 1641]