Dear Ferret Folks-
 
Yesterday Wolfie wrote "Deep in the Tennesse woods, smoke rises above the
tree tops.  In a clearing a woman clad in a midnight blue robe hovers
over a pot and stirs it."
 
Mmmmm.  Deep in the Tennesse woods....smoke rising in a
clearing....stirring a cauldron.....
 
Yup.  Got it now.  It's a still.  That cauldron is full of sour mash
corn.  I bet if you look in the underbrush you'll find some copper
tubing.
 
Wolfie, no wonder you're seeing oracles and making prophesies.  You're
sampling your own cooking there, girl, and you're boiled as an owl.
 
Uh, Wolfie?  You will share, won't you?
 
Please?
 
Alexandra in Massachusetts
Getting out the Julep glasses
[Posted in FML issue 4126]