Up at the bridge, the tall grasses began to sway, and I heard something in the air. It was someone missing their loved ones. Memories were blowing in the wind all around me. I stopped and listened to hear that Babs and Dweezle were being missed. There was wonderment in the air as well, about their arrival so not very long ago. Both Weezer and Babs can be found toiling in the rice beds and chasing little mice that tease them by dashing in and out of the beds. They stay side by side riding the wind and catching updrafts to the higher cumulus clouds. Then they bounce about up there all the way back down war dancing all the while. And that is where I see them most. Leaving paw prints and wisps of cloud behind. Full of joy, enough joy for all of us. I hear them talk about how grateful they were to be picked out of so many and to grow up with such a wonderful mother. Someone who took the time to educate herself about ferrets and someone who understood them. How lucky. How lucky to have grown up in one home. Anyone can see it in their faces and see it in their step. They feel it in the air through their whiskers as the memories and wonder pass through from their mommy. And they know, they hear how much she misses them, craves for their warmness and to be close to them once again. I think the mommy knows that they have nestled deep into her heart to stay warm forever. Of course they are in her dreams and always will be. Until the meet again. [Posted in FML issue 5107]