Hi, all. I met a little guy at the Bridge a while ago, his name is Grandfather Chico Bandito. His old friends Rowdy and Harley were there to greet him, too, and to welcome him. Chico was still a little dazed from his long illness,(ADV is tough) but he absolutely refused any time in a Recovery Hammie, not in front of his buddies, no way! We just sat with him quietly for a while and snuggled with him in a sunbeam in the fresh grass until he felt ready to go out and explore. The four of us went to the first place Chico wanted to see, the Baglands. It's always a little windy in the Baglands, so all the tens of thousands of plastic bags rustle in the breeze. You can actually hear them crinkling and spinning in the distance before you get there. We spent hours dooking and popping and dancing in the bags! I did have a conversation with Chico about his life after we had settled down. He said that despite the ADV, (he will *never* have to cough again, now!) he had a life that he thinks any ferret would be greatful for. He had lots of friends, and lots of love. He hopes that someday, a long time away from now, he will see his Mommy Mary again, and they can play some serious bag-drag in the Baglands! I got a request to bring a business across to one of the many places the Bridge can lead to, (the Bridge is a lot more complicated than you might think)the Cat Afterworld. I understand that there is a new arrival there, a little guy named Shyster who was good buddies with his Mommy Marla's business of Bandit, Natalie, and Scamper. I kind of try to avoid the cat Afterworld. Some of them...well they kind of look at you in a hungrrrry way. You know? Anyway, we four strapped on our wings and made the trip together. Shyster was right where he was supposed to be waiting for us. He's actually made quite a few new friends over there already, but he was happy to see his old business again. He says he is doing just fine, but he misses his Mommy's special ear rubs, she knows the ones. The ones that made him lean over farther and farther against her hand until he just about fell over onto the floor? Those ones. Well, I've got to fly! Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4329]