:: A distant, rythmic squeaking is heard in the distance.  As it gets
closer and closer, you finally can see the source.  A woman clad in
midnight blue robes is pulling a tiny, red, radio flyer wagon behind
her.  She seems to be wandering aimlessly muttering to herself.  Off
the back of the wagon objects drop off leaving a trail of depends, bush
beans, hairballs, and yogi's.  What a bizarre site.  Even more bizarre is
that following up behind her are happy ferrets.  She finally notices you
and stops.::
 
"Puppets!  I found tickets for the White Russian Memorial Quilt in
Wolfys' drawer!  Oh lucky me.  Happy joy joy.  I heard that it will be
making its rounds to such places as the Ohio Buckeye Bash.  Puppet love
slaves, please do not handle the quilt too much.  Because it's going to
be mine, not Wolfy's.  All mine.  Not Princess Peppers or Petey's or
anyone elses I tell you.  Only I am worthy of rolling around and having
a princess party on this gorgeous thing (images of this rotund woman
rolling around on the quilt make your cringe as she sepaks on).  I think
I'll be hanging on to these babies, as I fear the bleeding heart Wolfy
might do something stupid like give these away or something."
 
::She peers out past your shoulder and seems to see something that has
caught her attention.  Suddenly, she bursts towards you and roughly
pushes you out of the way::
 
"Out of the way!"
 
::She then whips a staff out of her robes and shakes it at spectators::
 
"Be gone evil ticket purchasers!"
 
::She then kneels on the ground and begins to sway and shake to excercise
them gone.  But a little taupe colored female ferret with worn out pants
and jacket trots up to her and whispers something.  You strain to hear
her.::
 
"No Dippy, I do not want them buying more tickets.  Its mine, all mine!
I don't care if proceeds go to ADV research!"
 
::The little ferret looks horrified.  And the Oracle then reconsiders.::
 
"FINE!  Go admire the quilt here:
http://help4adv.terrabox.com/WRMQ.html and buy some tickets to help if
you want.  I'm tellin' ya though, there will be no princess party's
without me.  Ya here?!"
 
::The robed one pulls out some laxitone and lubes up her wagon wheels to
quiet the irritating squeak.  She pulls her haul and walks off, muttering
to herself again.  Something about hovering capabilities and that Sukie
Creature...::
 
The Great Robed One
[Posted in FML issue 4248]