It was a beautiful day at de Bridge. For once SaraFerret was stationed at de entrance. She had de note dat de courier had given her and she had notified de fuzzies to be waiting. (Dis was such an rare occurrence dat all de fuzzies at de bridge were awed at de preparation). A little fuzzy was making his way slowly across, nose to de floor of de bridge. I checked my note (oh yes, he was blind). Slowly he nosed his way. I was standing right there when he finally bumped into me: he started feeling his way up me until he reached my face. "Oh you are a ferret" he exclaimed, I have reached the right place, I guess." He grabbed hold of me and hugged me with all of his might. So I introduced myself, "Hi I am SaraFerret and I am de bridgegreeter. Welcome to de Rainbow Bridge. Here you will have no more pain or suffering and now you will be able to see." At dat moment, POOF! Pippin opened his eyes and looked all around him and said, "I can see everything for de first time in a long time. You are a ferret. Are there other ferrets here that I know? My name is Pippin and I belong to Mommy Ingrid. Are they here too? What do we get to do here? I left lotsa my friends behind. Do you think that I will ever get to see them again?" (Questions, questions, so many new arrivals ask these. But dat is to be expected--its a new experience here). So I went on to explain, "Here you will run on cool green grass forever and have lots of food and treats. You will get to have lots of fun and play games. Yes, dere are other fuzzies here dat you know--you will get to meet dem later. Your Mommy Ingrid and your fuzzy friends aren't here right now, but you will see dem in de distant future. But we will have a surprise for you in a little bit. But guess what, do you see dese wings on my shoulders? He looked closely at me and said, " Yes, I wondered about them, but figured they were just kinda some funny growth and I didn't want to be unkind and ask about them." Well Pippin, I replied, dese wings are for flying. (I showed him how they fluttered and gave him a short demo of how I could fly). See, Pippin, you will get a set of dese. Every fuzzy who arrives gets a pair of dese, so dey can fly about de clouds." So off we went down de garden path toward de Wing House where de wings were stored. We opened de door and on de counter was a big box (of course). He opened de box and took out his wings--bright orange with black tips--so perfect for a fuzzy who had spent his last yr being blind. I helped him on with his wings and adjusted his halo. He ran to de big vanity mirror and gazed at his reflection: for de first time he could see de handsome fuzzy he once had been and he turned to me and said: "Gee I wish Mommy could see me now." Den I gots an idea. We opened de door, but as we went out, Pippin got a big surprise. There was Ferdie, Willy, and Woody who had known him before. Reunion time. Hugs and slaptails all-around. After all dat, we continued on down de road to de Misting Pond and sat down beside de cool clear water. With one swish he saw a vision of Mommy Ingrid surrounded by de fuzzies he left behind. He got so excited and started waving and dooking with all of his might. "Hi Mommy, hi fuzzy friends. I love you so much. See in my little cloth bag I took a little piece of Mommy's heart-I hope she won't miss it too much--she has such a big heart. I love you Mommy. Thank you for loving me. I can see so clear now and I can fly and I have such pretty bright wings and I has friends here and I can run and play. Thank you for taking care of me." Den he started throwing hugs and kisses and tossed dem on a cascade of stardust which was headed toward your house so at nite when you dream you will dream of Pippin. And with another swish de vision was gone. Further on down de path he saw Ingrid's Place where a banner was strung: WELCOME PIPPIN. "How did they know I was coming," he asked. "Oh we has our ways," I replied. At de cottage, he could hear music playing and as we all went inside, food was laid out and lotsa fuzzies were dancing. I was invited to stay and dance up a storm. But I had lots to do, so I said my good- byes. So ended another greeting at de Rainbow Bridge. Loveys and hugs, SaraFerret, bridgegreeter [Posted in FML 6057]