::As you walk through this frigid siberian air, you hear a strange sound
coming from the sky.  It sounds like a cross between a go-cart and
someone giving rasberries.  You hear a woman bellow through the air
"Yeeeeeehaw, puppets".  Finally you see her, sailing along the jetstream
in a shiny, tiny, red wagon.  It stops right above you finally, using its
harrier capabilities...::
 
"Hello puppets!  You know what's missing from this air?!  SNOW puppets,
snow.  But I'm hear to fix all of that now."
 
::She revs up the rpms and shoots off like a rocket towards the clouds.
Breaking the sound barrier, she bursts through the cloud so that it
relaeses tons of snow floating towards the ground.  It's funny though,
this snow must be magic.  Because it's spelling --
http://www.geocities.com/help4adv/mem-Hershey.html ::
 
Echoing out of the snowy air is the Oracles voice, "go now, puppet, go
now... and remember this special one.  He has affected us all whether we
know it or not, one way or another.  Ta-ta!"
 
The Oracle
 
Wolfy's site has MOVED to:
http://wolfysluv.jacksnet.com/
[Posted in FML issue 4039]