I have had my hands full up here! Two boys came whirling across the bridge like a tornado the other day. After they crossed the bridge, this mischievous pair ran right past me, dancing and tumbling past the heather, meadows, and rice beds. I've never had this happen before. I wasn't even quite sure what to do at first. I ran after them and called their names, "Brando, Bounder ... that is you, isn't it?" They turned and looked at me as if I had just appeared out of thin air. Apparently these two had such a wonderful ride in life, they just carried it on over the bridge as if there was no interruption. When I told them where they were, they just gave me a couple of impish grins and asked to see the place. Boy this was an odd pair! I went to take them on a grand tour but they interupted me to ask me where their wings and halo's were. "Hey ... we get fancy wings don't we? I mean that's one of the perks of being here," said Bounder. The imp. He had been so busy enjoying the ride in life and on the way here he hadn't noticed that he nor his brother already had glittery wings and soft halos above their heads. "You already have them," replied Bubba who proudly stepped forward with Blizzard by his side. Bounder was too impressed with his new wings to feel silly for not noticing them to begin with. Big ole' Brando asked if they could be friends and "roll" together. Bubba had said he was there for them to do just that. The whole lot of us then roamed about the fields, taking in the sites, sniffing the breeze, and snorkeling through the rice beds. We stopped at the reflecting pool so they could look in on home. Brando got that silly looking grin again, and Bounder stretched his wings and asked if he could come back. I made sure they both knew where the pool was, and Bubba assured me that he would always make sure that they visited it as often as they needed to. Funny how two spirits connected at the hips just opened up once they got used to it here. I'm happy to say that they've become part of everything here. The pack rolls together though the fields and slumber softly in the clouds while Bubba looks over his pack with a wink to his dad. Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4800]