Isabella prancing into the house with a pawful of shopping bags

Travis stops her mid-prance. "Isabella, what are you doing?"

Isabella rolling her eyes. "Daaaaad, I'm accessorizing and stimulating
the economy, duh!"

Travis folds his arms and gives her the disappointed dad look "Oh,
really. And do tell, how are you doing that?"

Isabella batting her cute eyes at him and pulling out a box of hair
dye::: "Weeeelllll, I was on the internet and read your story about
all those poor black-footed ferrets that live out in the wild without
malls, handbags, makeup and hair dye. They probably don't even have
Blackberrys!"

"In your story you said that you were giving them fashion makeovers
with black hair dye. I saw the same thing in last month's Vogue. It's
all the rave. So I want to do my part in helping black-footed ferrets;
here is a box of hair dye."

Travis, quizzically looking at the box. "Isabella, you can help
black-footed ferrets just by reading the story and rating it. It's
very important that you rate it. We could win $5,000 or more for
black-footed ferrets. And thank you for the hair dye."

Isabella, frustrated, looking up at her dad. "You mean I can help them
without even spending a dime? All I have to do is read your funny story
and click a few buttons? Why didn't you say so before I spent $8.98 on
a box of hair dye? Sheesh Dad, you should be smarter than that!"

"You're not the firmest poop in the litter box, are you?"

http://community.intuit.com/contests/czOXatsU0qllvkab8P4pmk

And you have to RATE the story so we can win $5,000 or more!

"Oh, and Isabella...You may not use the hair dye on your brother Bubba.
And yes, I will say "hello" to BIG for you."

[Posted in FML 6270]