I was out chasing leaves today, when I began thinking about a little old lady that arrived a while back named, Fern. She was a stubborn ole thing, independent and feisty. In fact, feisty is an understatement if I recall. Last I saw her, she was trying to teach the wild black footed ferrets some manners. To no avail. So, I decided to search her out to see what she had been up to. I walked past the BFF's and went on to the woods where the wolverines and badgers live. I figured if she was going to take up a challenge it would be with them. But nope, she has never visited. Lucky them. Lol. But don't doubt that some day she will. Next I went to the kit house. I was thinking she might have decided to take up teaching. Nope, she wasn't there either. Another future opportunity awaiting for her. I know. The kitties. Maybe she went over there to torment them. So off I went to look for her where all the fer-kitties live. There was a bronco busting competition going on over there, but she was no where to be found. Finally, I got a clue. A couple of boys came dancing along, both with big old knots on the tops of their heads. Looks like Fern had gotten a hold of them all right. I asked them where she was. They said they got those knots at Foamy Fry Forest. Some kits took up sword fighting with the fries and bonked them on the heads. It wasn't fern after all. As a last resort, I went off to find all of the past little souls that had lived in her family. They were taking an afternoon snooze under the sun up on one of the fluffiest clouds around. I few up there to find a huge fur nest. Legs, paws, pink toes and noses all intertwined. And what did I see?? FERN, right smack in the middle of the sleeping nest. My gosh, things have changed. I was just about to smile from ear to ear, when one of the ferrets accidentally pushed their butt up by her face. She struck out right in her sleep and with the quickness of a mongoose, she tagged that butt. The ferret jumped straight up out of it's sleep and dooked. Fern had already rolled over and smiled in her sleep. That poor ferret just looked all over at all the sleeping ferrets puzzled. Nope. Still the same old Fern underneath it all. [Posted in FML issue 5037]