Wacipi McMillian (1999-2004) The lady who brought you to me had named you `Bubba'. Perhaps, she equated your playfulness as a sign of simple-mindedness, but I recognized it for what it was, the youthful zest for life that was common in ferrets your age. The name had to go, so I called you Wacipi It Unca San Pi Kici, which, in Teton Sioux, means (roughly) Dances With Weasels. And how you danced, right into the hearts of everyone you met. In time, and with the passing of many of your ferret brothers and sisters, you took your rightful place as the alpha ferret in the main cage, until there were only you and Gussie left there. I won't linger on what took you from us, but rather rejoice in the fun times we had together and the fine example you made for ferrets everywhere. I know that somewhere, perhaps near the bridge everyone talks about, you are playing, waiting for the day when all of those you have loved will meet and go on to whatever lies ahead. You were very much loved and will be very much missed. Dance on, Wacipi. Love, Dad, Mom, Gussie, Pixel and Bella Roger D. McMillian "I bought a box of animal crackers. It had a warning label on it that read, 'DO NOT EAT IF SEAL IS BROKEN.' I opened the box and sure enough... The giraffe was OK, though." [Posted in FML issue 4559]