>Hilbert jumped up and down on a paper sack to make noise, then a few >paces behind him Mornie watched him walk over the edge of an upended >teeter-totter while she jumped on the bag. Then she followed him over >the teeter totter the same way. Hilbert then went over the door, propped >himself on the hanging sick-ferret-apron and played with the toys hanging >from knob then made for the bedroom. Mornie followed suit. Soon from >within the bedroom I heard ring-ring-ring, then a quiet time then >ring-ring-ring. Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! LOL!!! Sounds just like me boys Oscar and Rascal...... HA, ha, ha, ha!!! John You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. C. S. Lewis [Posted in FML issue 4405]