POP, BANG, RATTLE, :::up drives a old Thunderbird:::: BACKFIRE.  BAM
:::the car door slams:::
 
Where is she?  WHERE IS SHE???  The neeerve of The Oracle!!!  Just
because her wagon is shiner than my Thunderbird, and just because she is
a FEW years younger than I am, doesn't give her the right to talk about
my girlish figure!
 
:::hands on hips:::  Where is that incontinent, twang talkin, twit?  We
need to have a chat!  :::evil grin:::
 
Mommy, Mommy, :::hop, hop:::
 
Yes Tonks?
 
Can I play with that Dippy girl when we find Da Oracle?
 
Yes my love.  Just don't look The Oracle in the eye, yanno she has the
evil eye.  Never ever look The Oracle in the eye.
 
Okay Mommy.  lets get Petey TPO and go home, I'm sleepy, And all that
caterwauling Wolfy is doing is keeping me awake.  Come here love.
:::Tonks hops up into the Ferret Charmers arms::: umm night Mommy.
 
Night Tonks. lets go home, We will find The Oracle tomorrow.
[Posted in FML issue 5124]