::Deep in the TN woods stands a woman clad in a midnight blue robe surrounded by her ferret minions. The seriousness of the meetings seems to cling in the air.:: "All right, poppets, the wagon is in repair and getting lubed. Dippy is in search of some Bush beans for fuel, and Blacky is off to find more Depends. I think Rocky is working on a new hair ball. Now what is in order for today's meeting?" ::She smacks and crackles her gum as she chews with vigor.:: "Lets see what the cauldron tells us." :: She drips ferretone throughout the bubbling solution in the pot and with her staff gives it skillful swirl. For a final touch, she forcefully spits her gum into the cauldron with a loud "puh"! Steam rises, the bubbling quiets, and words begin to appear on the surface.:: "I feel so dizzy. So much to see. So many prophecies. So ... dig it. Take notes, poppets, because there is much to do. You over there, prepare for the flogging of Chris Matlick, Nicole, and Alicia for not sending Happy Ferret Day cards (yet). The nerve! Laddie, you have a very important job. Show Kim Schilling how it's really done. Locate Wolfy and have her teach that girl how to soak it up in the limelight, how to ham it up, and utilize it. Must I show everyone everything?! All right, you over there, you two try to locate the rockin' kibble Zupreme other than the stash we know about in the Petco's. I want you to find any and all avenues to obtain this golden nectar of kibble. You, Rocky, you're job is easy. I know that you have uh, special needs is it?" ::She bends over and whispers into a cohorts ear,:: "That is what they call the duh-ferrets nowadays right? I wanna be PC and all that." ::The ferret giggles and nods.:: "I want you to check Yvonne's trash for ferrets so that they can take it out today. It's getting stinky. You, Petey The Pooped On, locate the Linda of Iroff, back up and poof on her." "Why oh great one", he asks. "Because, ... she is Linda, that's all! You, the Seattle Seven, sneak in on Lynda the Canadian Galloway while she is in the bathtub, steal her Canadian beer, and bring it back to me. Can't live on 'shine alone after all. Ut Oh, guard the remote control treasure of Veronica's. Now, for the rest of us, we're going to go snag that lady that would ever even dream of building a round room. There's goin' to be a snootching tonight!" The one and only, The Great Robed One, The Ferret Oracle. [Posted in FML issue 4878]