There is a tropical storm named Beryl that is making a bee-line for Mass
and CT.  Evidently he got wind (hehe) of our Hurricane Renee's location
and is trying to join forces up there.  This is all my fault.  She is an
adopted, crazy, gypsy family member of mine.  And she has been let loose
on yon poor yanks.  Alicia, Phyllis, dear Alexandria, Metro Ferret
people, Maff people, et al.
 
I'm deeply sorry for all of this.  I really am.  I am hoping that this
Beryl will loose strength ... wither and die at the very sight of our
powerful Renee.  I predict that he will turn tail and run out to the
deep, cold, Atlantic with tail tucked only to die a long, cold, lonely
death.  From what I can see he is no match.  Anyway, I just wanted to
write a letter of apology to all you ferret people and little ferrets,
and to tell you to not to worry too much.
 
Wolfy
[Posted in FML issue 5310]