Condolences to those with lost, sick, or angeled telephone sales crew... "Hello? HELLO? What? You want me to buy WHAT? Why are you laughing? Who is this?" [Suddenly, the ferrets can be seen scrambling to hang up the phone and put things back to look something like normal, as Todd comes back downstairs...] The scene opens with the silhouettes of nekkid ferrets swimming in the background and the sound of thousands of tiny little ferret voices, trying very hard to "OOOoooohhh!" in tune. There are flashes of light and the infamous Todd can be seen, chasing ferret all around the living room, as they try to keep him from getting the television remote. He does a flip over the coffee table, a roll-and-tumble across the diningroom floor and summersaults over the end table, cutting off their escape route! He grabs the remote (OK, he tugs and tugs and tugs and they finally let go, causing him to land on his own unfurry butt), then scoops up the offending furchildren in one arm and plops them in their cage. Then, like a whirling dervish, he pulls out their cage, scoops out the litter box, changes the newspapers, plucks some stray fur from a hammock, puts the cage back and comes to a sudden stop. Litter flies everywhere. "I've *GOT* to learn to not stop so suddenly!" sweepsweepsweepsweep. "That's got it!" Now...for the *NEXT* bunch of demons! Oh...by the way...that cauldron is WAAAAAY too small for me to fit in.... fear not. As long as they keep feedin' me raisins, I'm not in any hurry to escape. --- Todd and the Fuzzbutt Rodeo Clowns mailto:[log in to unmask] http://www.netconex.com/toddl/page2/ [Posted in FML issue 4613]