This past weekend I attended a work picnic.  It was at a beautiful Metro
Park and a perfect oppertunity to promote the fuzzies to the public
(otherwise know as my unsuspecting co-workers).  Some freaked out (muttering
about rodents and were promptly corrected!) and others demanded to know what
it was I was holding.  I had children glued to me, adults asking questions -
"They really make leashes for those things?", "What do you mean you SHOW
FERRETS!", and ten thousand other questions - including the question of the
day (only asked by one guy thank God) - "Does it have bones?" It was all I
could do to not laugh!  The ferret I had with me was such a good boy (a
whole one at that!) and promoted ferrets with utmost ferretness - being pet
& loved on, snoozing in my (and others) arms, dooking & war dancing,
snoofling in the grass, and helping me eat a hot dog and a little girl's
cookie!
 
Amy Flemming
Flemming Farms
http://www.geocities.com/heartland/ranch/9521
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[Posted in FML issue 2433]