Condolences to those with lost, sick, or angeled food critics... "I just *know* there is something wrong with your dinner. Give me some so I can taste it and see what's wrong. Come on, open your mouth and let me get some!" ferret <[log in to unmask]> mumbled something about: >Mystery solved! Paddington was pissed at me about that, though! Of *course* he was pissed at you! You were allowed to *read* the notes, but it was your job to *put the notes back where you found them*! Don't you know the rules? Those where *his* notes! He found them! That lady gave them directly to HIM! She put them right where he was sure to find them! She even knocked on the door to get his attention! Look. Turn to page 2,174 in your Ferret Rules Manual and read the fourth paragraph down. Its all there, in black and white. His notes. Remember that. Todd and the (how come humans never read the rule book?) Fuzzbutt Rodeo Clowns! --- mailto:[log in to unmask] http://www.netconex.com/toddl/ http://www.netconex.com/microlink/ [Posted in FML issue 4388]