Dear Ferret Folks- I was so very, very wrong. I thought I heard the sound of *our* John Deere 1020 starting up in the back yard, and I knew my husband was at work. I immediately suspected that Todd and Hebert were going to take it for a *forbidden* spin. Those two are so new to tractors that they shouldn't be allowed to go out alone on the back roads, much less *fly*! I know they used it to bury an FML once, but they are definitely newbiew. I ran out back through the snow in my bedroom slippers, only to witness the touchdown of what I believe is a late 40's Fordson Stegamajor. It is a brilliant blue with red wheel rims, and "Fordson" emblazoned in red on its blocky snout. And it was flown here by the *dumbest* weasels I have ever dealt with. There are three of them...A dark eyed white, a buffly tan angora, and a little cinnamon. And the IDJITS put the Fordson's rear wheels down in a MUDHOLE. The thing sank up to its axle in about a minute. The whole tractor is mired, and listing. It looks alike a prehistoric beast trying to climb out of a tarpit. If you recognize this business, and have been wondering where your shiny Fordson is, try Templeton, Masssachusetts. 01468. About a mile from exit 21 on route 2. I have been putting down kibble and water for the three interlopers, but I am seriously not thrilled about this situation. The angora is menacing my chickens. I am also not thrilled by the ten zillion tiny footprints in the snow. Your weasels are obviously up to no good with my weasels. They must be jamboreeing out there all night long. I believe I saw some *otter* prints in the snow this morning, too, and the burned out remains of a small campfire. There was also a chewed-looking fish head in the embers. I must also let you know that my husband *badly* wants to keep the Fordson. He says it is his by right of "salvage." He plans to yank it out of the mudhole tomorrow, and you'll have a hell of a time getting it away from him. Please, please, please come get your tractor and your business. Those FLO weenies have just plain gone too far this time. Me, I'm taking a set of lopping shears to that wire claptrap with all the blinking lights wrapped around Todd and Hebert's cage. Enough is enough. Alexandra in MA [Posted in FML 6258]