::Pulling the Zion curtain aside:: Catherine ... you in there? Oh, there you are. What are you hiding from? That Oracle person? Ferret treats? Linda Iroffs' treats? Bob Churchs' shirt? Hmm, so little time, so much to run from at a symposium. I do understand, really. I must constantly run from the likes of shopping excursions ripping my dollars right out of my finger tips, Kristeen Khors bursting out of her seat and knocking me out to collect her raffle winnings, the yammerings of the Califonia sisters (Claudia and Melinda), peoples' wallets filled with fur-families ("... and this is my grandbaby ferret, Shnookims, etc"), food jumping off of tables and right down my throat, people who are constantly trying to break my giggle pin, and most of all education. God forbid if I get eja-ma-cated. You want to know what BIG looks like? Dangerous question, my dear. Very dangerous. You must look for a man who likes to melt into the woodwork with wide, innocent looking eyes. But do not be decieived, no. He will come to you in the form of a smiling, baby faced, mush with Harry Potter hair. How innocuous. How utterly ... decieving. If you see said such plump man, there is a test to see if he is indeed the dark stranger, BIG of the FML. Do not talk to "it" when you see "it". Because "it" will lie to you and then once again disappear into the background. Instead, walk up to him very quietly, look him dead in the eyes, and do the Pilsbury Doe Boy test. Take your index finger and gently push it right into the center of his belly to see if he giggles. Then you will know ... Wolfy http://wolfysluv.jacksnet.com [Posted in FML issue 4817]