Ferret love puppets. ::smacking the gum:: The ferret charmer has told one of her bewitched and poisoned ferrets (from carbon monoxide) that I'll go away if ignored. I can't be ignored. Because I"m "all that" and much, much more. I am the great Ferret Oracle. The one with prophecies and predictions of the FML. What would people do without me? What would ferrets do without me? I'll tell you what, they couldn't do without me. ::The beautifully robed woman pulls her tiny red radio flyer wagon with ferretone lubed wheels forward, digs deep below the heaps of depends and Bush's baked beans to pull out something. She throws her arm across her forehead and sways side to side:: You love slaves. I predict great surprises at the IFC Forum in KY ... some sort of black footed some things. I see it now. Fuzzy, four legged little things that live on the prairies. ::She nearly faints, then comes back to reality:: Can you do that Ferret Charmer? Or can you only bore ferrets into deep sleeps. Get a load of this! ::The oracle whips something out of her robes and throws it into the air in front of you. With a small, bright explosions of sparks in the air ... something is written right in front of you:: I predict a birthday of a wonderful person on the FML. She is on the IFC. She is in SOS. She collects fossilized sharks teeth off the beach and has a "hon" in her life. I'm seeing something else now ... oh this is so confusing ... all the sudden I'm seeing a tiny pretty little elf with a tiny little voice hmm. I don't know. Can't make sense of this. Things will be more clear in the future. :: with a great huff she spits out her gum with a great "puh" ... it arcs perfectly off to the side:: Now as for this Ferret Charmer, this Ferret Whisperer ... she needs a carbon monoxide detector for her cleavage. Before any more ferrets fall under he spell. The Oracle [Posted in FML issue 5127]