Hi folks!
 
Well it's all over.  The Olympic Carrotball competition was fought long and
hard by both teams.  Them British ferts came prepared to win!  It was the
dangdest competition in the history of sports.  At the end of the third
overtime period the score was still tied at 12 carrots for each team.  the
ICOG folks finally declared the game a tie on account of because everybody
had done left the Stadium and they wanted to turn the lights off and clean
up all the moose and dawg plop that was stashed, stacked and scattered all
over the playing field.  Heck it was almost time for the closing ceremonies
before the clean up crews freed the last whole moose that had done got
stashed.  How did them Canadian moose stashers get that big ol' criiter in
there???
 
Anyways, just before the closing stuff on Sunday night, Shiela's mob and us
was awarded six gold medals.  We was all really proud when the band played
the Star Spangled Banana and God Save the Queen at the same time.  We tolded
the Olympical guy that we was all gonna give our medals to sick ferrets and
their worried parents, so he gived us all the bronze and silver medals too.
So, all you ferts out there what ain't feelin' so good, you done winned
Olympic medals on account of beacuse we loves you so much.  We is sending
one of the special gold ones, with our paw prints and bite marks all over
it, to Troy Lynn, because Gizzie is so sick and Willow just wented to the
Rainbow Bridge.  We know's that Grandma Sprite is sad right now and we hopes
that the medal cheers her up some.
 
We thanked Cookie for coming to help us out by bein' on the team.  She's one
of the nicest girl-type-ferrets two guys would ever want to play with.  She
hitched a ride on the starship Enterprise with the British Team and headed
back to her home in New Mexico.  We sure will miss her.
 
Oh yes, Isabel and Jezabel came out to root for us the way they used to root
for Mee Maw & Paw Paw when they was playin' softball.  Wow!  They sure is
the cutest girl-type ferrets we ever done saw.  We kept trippin' over our
tails and hind feets all through the carrotball game 'cause we was watchin'
them watchin' us.  That's probably what caused it to end in a tie.  That
don't matter none.  We think it ended up just fine.
 
We gotted to thinkin' real serious like.  Rosie and Maxie wanted us to win
all twenty-four of them carrots; we only managed to win twelve of them.
They also wanted other stuff like prenupchewable aggrievements and havin' to
like all of their friends whether we liked them or not.  All Isabel and
Jezeabel wants from us is to snuggle and help us get into stuff.
 
We done askded Paw Paw and Mee Maw what they thunk about the situation.
They both said that they was just too busy right now to meddle into our
private matters.  They said that affairs of our heartbones was entirely up
to us.
 
Just before we got home from the Olympic Stadium, Paw Paw stopped the truck
at an all night fruit stand.  He boughted a cant-e-lope and gived it to us
to play with.  We both stared at that thing just as serious as anybody could
stare at a fruit.  Then we relimbered that Mee Maw had done wrote down Izzie
and Jezzie's phone number...
 
Tater and Odie - Olympic Champions!
[Posted in FML issue 1652]