::A rythmic squeaking is heard getting closer and closer to you until you
finally see a figure pulling a tiny wagon.  The woman clad in robes stops
momentarily, takes out some Laxitone, squeezes a dab on each wheel of the
red Radio Flyer wagon to lubricate each wheel and then quietly pulls it
closer to you.  Little ferrets jump out of the little red vehicle and
bounce all over like ping pong balls when you are suddenly hit by an
odor.  ::
 
Good day ferret slave puppets!  Don't my friends smell just wonderful?
I love trying out different ferret shampoos.  Today we have "Ode De La
Fer'reet", ala PPP shampoo.  Yes, it's like being to the beach and back
with hints of Copertone and coconuts all at the same time, yes?  Yes!
I've always equated this odor with ferrets because PPP was the first real
ferret shampoo I've ever used in the eighties, before others came along
for me to try.  I just had to try it again because I was forced down
memory lane the other day by Wo'fy (said with a southern tone).
 
I was walking by the bathroom, puppets, as she was taking a shower when I
was hit by a peculiar odor.  It stopped me in my tracks.  Where had I
smelled that before I had wondered.  Where?  It was so familiar.  Then
a flash-back came to me all at once -- Sunday ferret spa days in our
home .... bath day (before I knew not to bath them every week) in the
eighties.  PPP!  Did we have it again?  Oh lord Wolfy has lost her mind
again ... she is using ferret shampoo on herself!  She thinks she is a
ferret!  I ran down the hall to tell Scott to warm up the car up for
our unplanned trip out to Mocoassin Bend (a uh ... "resort"), when he
laughed and said that this was Paul Mitchels "One" shampoo.
 
Damn!  Almost got rid of her too!
 
"The Ferret Oracle"
[Posted in FML issue 4484]