When last we read, Christianaferret was thinking about shuggling down in her hammie..... Passed to Debbi Woodring Debbi wrote: .....but it was not to be. As she ran toward home one of the jills nursing the Dook saw her and screamed toward the Guard Hobbs, "get her... she tried to kill the Dook, get her!" Before Christianaferret realized what was happening she was faced with two large fierce sets of teeth that also belonged to four sets of long sharp fangs. Stopping short, by instinct she turned and fled into the jungle, fear driving her paws faster and faster. She could hear the distance between herself and the Guard Hobbs getting greater, but they remained in pursuit. As rational thought returned in her flight, she knew they would never recognize her for who she was in the rags she was wearing. She also knew that in order to get away she must lighten her load. She thought of her beautiful chest and dreaded what she must do next, but it had to be quick. She saw an old bush with thick vines and long thorns up ahead. Without thought of her own skin, she forced the chest into the bush and prayed to herself that it would not be discovered there. As she thought this, the chest itself began to blend and disguise itself to look like the vines that choked the poor bush. Gasping at this miracle, she then wondered how she would ever find it again. Suddenly, one of the cameo twins appeared and winked at her. Amazed, she stood there a bit too long because out of the vegetation came the one of the Hobbs. He was covered in cuts and bruises from the pursuit and his bottle brush tail was straighter than the trees around them. He threw himself at her in his rage, but she quickly darted under him and back into the jungle growth. She ran faster now without the weight she was carrying and easily outdistanced the Hobbs. Sometime in the night her body gave out far before her heart did. She did manage to find a small stream to quench her thirst, but she would not remember this in the morning. Her natural instinct and agility had carried through the night's chase far after reason had left. She woke in the morning and did not feel her hammock under her. Instead she............ Passed to Brenda Johnson. Brenda wrote: Christianaferret found herself in a small burrow under a large tree with her wish chest tucked up under her chin..... It took some minutes for her to remember the night before and all the excitement she caused trying to get water for the horse under the Dook. As it all came back to her she wondered where exactly she was and how many were out looking for her, how much danger is she in she wonders. As she ponders her dilemma she remembers the wishing chest can answer her questions for her. If there was ever a time to use what might me a limited number of wishes this is one of them. Christianaferret sets her chest down in front of her and thinks carefully about the day before. Where had she come from where was she to go? What is it she is running from? THAT'S IT! That is what she will ask her wishing chest......As she begins her questions she hears noises unfamiliar to her. She quietly squeezes back into her burrow to wait for the noises to go away... [Posted in FML issue 4914]