Condolences to those with lost, sick, or angeled food critics...
 
"I just *know* there is something wrong with your dinner.  Give me some
so I can taste it and see what's wrong.  Come on, open your mouth and let
me get some!"
 
ferret <[log in to unmask]> mumbled something about:
>Mystery solved! Paddington was pissed at me about that, though!
 
Of *course* he was pissed at you!  You were allowed to *read* the notes,
but it was your job to *put the notes back where you found them*!  Don't
you know the rules?  Those where *his* notes!  He found them!  That lady
gave them directly to HIM!  She put them right where he was sure to find
them!  She even knocked on the door to get his attention!
 
Look.  Turn to page 2,174 in your Ferret Rules Manual and read the fourth
paragraph down.  Its all there, in black and white.  His notes.  Remember
that.
 
Todd and the (how come humans never read the rule book?) Fuzzbutt Rodeo
Clowns!
 
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[Posted in FML issue 4388]