::Out of a mist, tiny fuzzy creatures begin to emerge. What a phenomenal
site you think to yourself. But then they do something bizarre. Two
chocolate mitt ferrets turn around, tails bristled and raised high in the
air. They start signaling with their tales like flags that bring in a
747. Then a red radio flyer wagon is seen up above and is landing like a
harrier. There is a robed woman whom steps out. All the ferrets turn
around, butts in the air and tails up in attention. She walks through
them and towards you.::
Hello puppets! How are my little ferret love puppets? I am doing fine
myself today. I just came to do a little reading. ::she digs in her
robes for her hair balls:: It's been a while since I gave you a prophecy.
So you're in for a treat! ::she shakes the hair balls in her hand like
dice, blows on them and hurls them on the ground. Kneeling over them,
she narrows her brow and peers into them. ::
Puppets, I see something spotty... nononono... something... sputnik...
nonono... Spoo.... Spooky! No not scary puppets, come back. ::fuzzies
all convene around the Oracle and her hairballs:: See that? No? Ok well
let me tell you what I see. I see an older fuzzie, that needs a home.
Puppets we don't want yet another permanent resident in a shelter that is
unadoptable right? Well, this little girl wants a home. Here let me
show you the words of Julie Fossa that I see in these hairballs:
"I would be willing to keep Spooky, but if I could get her into a good
home right away, maybe she wouldn't become another permanent, here. She
doesn't have long, and as long as she has a 'sock-ied ankle' to attack,
she will be happy. I have her in a one level cage, with her sleep sack on
a heating pad placed under the cage. I will let this cage go with her.
She is somewhat incontinent, and I have paper toweling in the one end,
over sheeting. She has an unbelievable appetite, and has a good stool.
I will deliver within 100 miles of Lima, OH. I will also be traveling to
Shreveport, LA, in a week, so could deliver her to someone along that
path. Here is someone's opportunity to step up to bat and give one of
these kids a home, before she is here so long that she will have yet
another adjustment. Frankly, I don't think she cares where she is! lol
I think she may have fuzzy Alzheimer's! LOL"
You don't see that? ::the Oracle scratches her head and looks back to the
hair balls, looks to the ferrets, and then shrugs:: Well I'm tellin ya
that's what I see. I thought I was going to have a prediction over this
little girls future, but I don't. Not even the pooper scooper can tell
me about her uncertain future. But maybe you can.
::She gathers her hairballs, pulls up her midnight blue robe, and mounts
the wagon. It takes off in a flash, and the ferrets disappear with the
mist::
The Ferret Oracle
Please visit:
http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/
for information on ferret deafness:
http://www.geocities.com/wolfysluv/deaf.html
[Posted in FML issue 3723]
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