In a lone town in the southeast, a woman wearing a billowing robe is
poised outside in front of a house. The house is decked out in every
conceivable way for Christmas. Chasing lights flash, robe lights blink,
wired reindeer sculptures mechanically swing their lit up heads to and
fro, yard statues glow, and blow-ups... well blow up. It's unthinkable.
That a house in the south that looks so beautiful for the holidays has
a deep dark secret inside. The white icicles and sparkely Merry
Christmas sign almost look elegant. Nope, not a tacky redneck thing in
site. No college football flag. No toilet on the front stoop. No junk
yard out back. Hell, no outhouse out back. 

The Great Ferret Oracle bends down and gives one of the many lovely
ferrets around her a warm rub. The thought of what was inside was just
so ... unthinkable. I mean Wolfy? Could her name really be ... Becky
Jean? Does she really say the word bells with three syllables as well
as end it with a "sh"? Does anyone really know the real Wolfy? Anyone?

The Oracle shakes her head in dismay. This, the woman that jeers the
Oracle and conceitedly tells her that she is nothing while she, Da
Wolfy, is a rock star in the ferret community. This ... is the very
same woman, that the highly respected Rebecca McFarlane said was a
sweetheart. How sad that she went to her grave thinking that her friend
was someone else all together. Lies. It's all been lies. And why? What
for? The Oracle mused because falling upon this serendipitous discovery
should have been a triumph for her. The ammo she has always longed for
to shut up that annoying, egotistical, tacky woman. So why wasn't she
jumping up and down, shaking her stick and tossing hair balls in a
great celebration? Well, it's because of the innocents that lie behind
those doors. Little furry angels being held by this ghastly woman. The
Great Robed one lets out a sad sight, gathers up her fuzzie friends and
walks off pensively. Plans must be carefully made and action must be
deployed in handling this very delicate matter. However, she will not
help her harbor her secret. It's best to go public. Put it out in the
open. Out her. Yes.... Her name is Wolfy. And her addiction? Weasel
warshin'.
 
http://wolfy.livedigital.com/content/1251125/ 
(after viewing this 1st damning piece of evidence, go on to view the
others through numbers 5. More evidence will be gathered and put in
display for your viewing pleasure in the future.)

The Great Ferret Oracle

[Moderator's note: I only see video number 1 on the site so far.  BIG]

[Posted in FML 5443]