Hi, all. Please note that I have made the switch to yahoo.com. Although the ferretlovers.com site gave good service for many years, we have just had too many problems with it since it upgraded. I have been trying to get this post through to you for four days! I would like to personally thank the folks at ferretlovers.com for the time they hosted the Rainbow Bridge, and I wish them all the best in the future. Sandee *********************************************************** I met a little girl coming across the Bridge. Her name was Sassy. Her Brother in Fur Smokey stood with me to Greet her. She walked across the Bridge with a confident stride, looking all around with keen interest. Then, she saw Smokey...and stopped. I don't think that she could move, I know he was the love of her life. He walked slowly up to her and touched noses, just one time, very gently. Sassy closed her eyes in pleasure then, and I think that if we ferrets could purr, Sassy would have. Smokey said quietly "Your new fur is beautiful, Sassy." She didn't say anything, just shyly dropped her head, and gave one of her front legs a lick. Then he said some things to her so quietly that I couldn't hear them, but that was fine, I knew they weren't meant to be heard by anyone but Sassy. Whatever he said, it obviously pleased her, because she put her head on his shoulder, and he put his on hers, in return, and they just stood that way, together. I walked away. The wings, the hammie, it could all wait. After all,they have forever. I met another little girl coming across the worn wooden planks of the Bridge. Her name was Jamocha, and I don't think that I will EVER forget the way that she came across! Now, I have seen a lot of war-dancing in my time, some in the World of the Living, and a great deal more here in the Afterworld. But I have NEVER seen such an...ah,eccentric(?)...unusual(?)...unique(?) Yeah, a *unique* war-dance, ever! Jamocha came bouncing and bucking across the Bridge, she carromed off of the wooden side-rails like a pinball! She fell, rolled, and got back up again, and danced in place, each leap making a 180 degree about face! She fell again, and rolled over and over like a tin can. Finally, she bounced into *me*! I saw her coming, but there was no way I could get out of her path in time, it was hard enough just trying to guess which way she would pivot next! She landed square on my back, dooking like mad! We both hit the ground and rolled this time, and a huge cheer went up from a small group of Wild Black Footed ferrets standing nearby. "Won-derful," I thought, "In five minutes there will be *fifty* of the Wilds here with a bottle of beer, and all heck will bust loose!" Those guys will use just about any excuse for a party. I was wrong. It only took them four. I met a little guy coming across the bridge, but I didn't wait for him alone. His Busines of Winkwomp and Bilbo stood with me to Greet him. His name was Chance. Well, the three touched noses and chatted politely, but it was obvious to me that they didn't know each other that well. Winkwomp and Bilbo were certainly acquainted, but they didn't seem very close to Chance. I had a thought about that, because I knew something about Chance! The four of us put on our wings at my urging, and lifted off into the fresh, sweet smelling air. We flew over grassy meadows riotous with wildflowers, we flew over gently rising hills. The ground became more arid, and rocky. The rocks had a definite pinkish tinge to them, and after a while they were a rich, rusty red. We came to the canyonlands, and then to the Red Sandstone Canyon filled with...you guessed it. Millions upon millions of fresh white rolls of toilet paper. Now here's the secret I knew about Chance...he had a real thing for toilet paper, and why not? There is nothing like shredding a tightly wrapped roll! Rip! Tear! Bite! I thought that Chance was going to fall out of the sky when we flew into sight of the canyon! Chance, Winkwomp, Bilbo and I spent a good fifteen minutes eagerly tearing and slashing, and flinging the diaphanous shreds to the winds, before I excused myself on the pretext of "Work to do." I knew that the three guys would never forget this trip, and it would be the stepping stone to what I am happy to announce is today a fine friendship! It was the first trip to the canyonlands that they made together, but it will not be their last! Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4684]