I had a silly dream with ferrets last night. There were a bunch of the fuzzballs in a large shallow box. The strange thing was that some of them were unusual colors. One was a light milk chocolate (champagne?), but when you brushed his fur backwards, he had a dark undercoat. Another had blue-grey guard hairs. (The other strange thing was that they stayed in the box!) But the truly amazing thing was what these ferrets were there for. They were being trained to sort mail! (Not email, the real, physical kind.) You would hand a letter to a ferret, and it would take it gently in its mouth. Then it would puncture it with its canines. Using the holes, the furry would hang the letter from some contraption that determined if there was adequate postage afixed. At that point the dream faded off, but I'm sure our fuzzies could do a fine job. Neither rain nor sleet nor snow...well maybe the snow would slow them down. Linda, Richard, Joy, Belle and Caruso (Hey, I could sort mail too! Oops, it all fell on the floor. Well, I'll just steal this magazine that's wrapped in plastic...) [Posted in FML issue 1497]