The motley crew had clamored through the clear dryer hose to converge like drunken sailors in the bathroom. Large fluffy blankets, a cardboard box, paper toweling, tubing, chirping-hissing fighting ferrets, leaping and flipping ferrets, and jumping ferrets hopping on thick blankets like trampolines: my favorite kind of morning. Miss Maria skipped out of the room, down the hall, and rounded a bend. She had suddenly become a leader of men, for the hoard galloped directly behind her. Her emaciated form backed up and stopped-and a little brown squiggle and small round liquid emerged on the papers set in the corner. "Good Girl!" I shouted over and over. This drove the crowd wild, and ferrets fell on top of one another, and leaped in the air in the excited tones of my voice. Maria trotted like a thoroughbred horse-a high stepper-into the next room with papers. She backed up and stood still-leaving another brown squiggle and small wet spot. "Good girl Maria. Good girl.!!!" I gleefully exclaimed. Maria had excrement fall out of her as she walked all these weeks. Here now, was some bowl control, AND corner paper usage. Naturally I was thrilled. Maria was still in the lead, and briskly galloped into the den. She made her way Into the middle of the room--=the masses of bouncing ferrets ran through the carpeted airplane, and into a large plastic box with blankets and toys. Chaos reigned. The crowd was eating out of Marias' hands. Into the middle of the carpet she backed, and a little squiggle and wet spot extruded. The riotous crowd frenzied into leaping off the airplane onto silly ferrets below, and did not notice my lack of delight. Directly, Maria was off again looking for adventure. The crowd-drunk with MIS-behavior-rolled and leaped and chortled after her. Chirping, hissing, chortles.scritch, scritch: silence. I remained on the floor peering with dismay at yet another poopie spot in the carpeting--my great mood a bit dampened. Ahh well-get this stuff up now. Where is that rug cleaner? As I knelt cleaning the residue from the carpet, a loud sharp crack of glass hitting tile startled my ears. A Mini-Me long and angry war cry followed. As I ran out to investigate, I realized that my honorary privileges for the morning had ended. I stepped out of the room now a caretaker, poop cleaner, and frightened mother:::::no longer a member of "the elite entourage." Lisette [Posted in FML issue 3491]