Hi, all. Well I have good Junior Greeter news, and I don't quite know what to think Junior Greeter news! I'll start with SaraFerret. I finally got a real message from her. It turns out that she has started her own little colony in the Far North with herself, Hermionie, and Isabel, who was thrown from a car by unspeakable hoomins, but is now having a good life and healing spiritually. The three of them are living in a large igloo that they constructed with NINE tiny kits that crossed the Bridge right before SaraFerret left. Why the Far North? SaraFerret believes a story (is ist true?) that the ermine have the richest, highest fat milk that there is in the Afterworld, and she wants the best for her kits. Don't ask me how, but she has convinced a number of ermine ladies to come to the igloo every day from their regular trot across the tundra and nurse the kits! Who'd a thunk it? SaraFerret is a mommy! Now, there is her young replacement Muldoone. I didn't recognize him until he reported to work yesterday. I remember Muldoone, oh, yes. He is the one who buried my service wings under Dirt Mountain, if I am not mistaken. Hmmmm. Yess....I remember Muldoone. Back to work. I met a little guy named Oscar coming across the Bridge the other day. His Brother in Fur Felix, his cagemate in the World of the Living, was with me to Greet him. Well, Oscar and Felix boinged and bounced off of one another, their tails bottle-brushed, there was happy hissing, and there was even some very fine war-dancing, indeed! It was an excellent display Greeting! I gave Oscar his wings and a hammie, and Felix helped me get him oriented. There was kind of a rush on, because Felix wanted so to show Oscar the home that he had chosen for the two of them. (There was never any question but that the two would live together!) Well, we slipped into our wings and lifted off into the sky one by one. Oscar mastered the fundamentals of flight verfy easily! We flew over fields of long grass and wild flowers, until we came to one particular field. I could see something shiny winking in the sun on the ground beneath us far, far below. Felix yelled that this was our goal. We wheeled around, and landed next to it one by one. When I landed I could see what it was. Not it, THEY. It was a collection of fine 1960's hubcaps from American production cars. Mustangs, Novas, even a Corvair! They formed the roof of a little dwelling. They did not lie flush on the ground, but were held up in the air by sticks and rocks that Felix had piled up. Below that shiny metal roof were a few dry-grass lined chambers. What an unusual home! Felix said that yes, it was a little loud when it rained, but that he loved it all the same. For Oscar, it was love at first sight! Felix gave us a tour, and of course we were tired after all of that flying. Felix, being an excellent host, thoughtfully broke out rasins for everybody that he was storing in a dry, pebble lined pit off of the smaller of the two grass-lined chambers. Indulgence, of course, lead to...nap. Blissfull, boneless nap. We made a ferret pile underneath the Corvair hubcap, and the afternoon just flew by, but we will have others, here, many others! And soon, Oscar and Felix will show their dwelling to the rest of their Mommy and Daddy's Business of Ben and Jerry, who thoughtfully stayed away today so that Oscar and Felix could have this special reunion. Someday, a long time from now, they hope to show their Mommy Kelly, and Daddy Jeff, too! A little guy named Boo-Boo came across the Bridge the othter day. And oh, his Business! Here is the complete Guest List for his Greeting. Frito, Nipper, Lightning, EZ, Cleo, Lady, Pepper, Caesar, Bilbo, Frodo, Topanga, Ragine, Tasha, Sabrina, Sassy Britches, Frosty Pants,and Phantom II! Well, he was feeling WONDERFUL! Because pretty much everything that could be wrong with a ferret had been wrong with him in the World of the Living, and he was absolutely *delighted* to have his youth and vitality back! (And who can blame him? It is a fabulous feeling!) Somebody told the Wild Black footed Ferrets that there was a party mood goin' on, and that's all they needed! Six of them came rolling a cold bottle of beer which foamed *everywhere* when the cap was finally gnawed off. Fortunately, one bottle is more than enough for the two dozen ferrets we then had in attendance! Boo-Boo and Frito and I spent some time together amidst all of the war dancing and the hissing trying to get Boo-Boo oriented to this new life. Frito promised that he would spend the next few days palling around with his new friend in case any important information was missed during the general mayhem of a visit form the Wilds (How do they find out about there things?) And guess who I saw in his little baseball cap, furtively licking from the beer-foam puddle? Yes, Muldoone. If you want to get in touch with him, or have him do a greeting for you, remember he can be reached at [log in to unmask] Do you have any idea how long it takes to get dirt out of service wings? At least it wasn't beer! More Greetings Tomorrow, Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4581]