Hi folks, We was lickin' and bouncin' for all we was worth - tryin' to help Paw Paw get done with all that work he has to do this weekend - when the doorbell thingy commenced to jumpin' off the wall. He looked real mean like, grabbed his walkin' stick and went to open the door to see who it was that had interrupted us. He kept grumblin' about the audacity of somebody botherin' us when we was tryin' to get done workin' before our big night at the Olympic Stadium. He flunged the front door open with a growl and that was the last we seen of him for awhile. No sooner than the door had opened, Paw Paw was jumped on and buried by about a hundred ferrets, mooses and dawgs! Heck, there was even some unidentified critters in the crowd. All of them was totin' covered dishes and bottles of stuff like ferretone and moose juice. Well, we all done a double back flip and joined into the hullabaloo. Yes siree. Seems like the world had done brung a party to our house! There were ferts from England, South Africa, Australia, Istanbul, Canada and Germany! Gawd only knows where all the other critters done come from. Heck, some folks think that we talks funny. You shoulda heard this crowd! It turns out that all these nice critters had come to Atlanta to take part in the first-ever Ferret and Critter competitions to be held at an Olympic Games. Wow! Lots of them had to get back home before their human pets noticed that they was gone, so they all decided to have a victory party at our house before the big events. Sounded like a plan to us. Mee Maw jumped into the truck and headed out for the hawg market so Paw Paw could make some of his famous barbecue for all of our guests. That gotted us to thinkin'. Where the heck did Paw Paw get to? We finally convinced one of the mooses that we don't own a futon and that he was, in fact of a deed, sittin' on our poor ol' Paw Paw. Kurt and Amber immediately began giving the Old Fert mouth-to-mouth resilliation while Cookie and Tater sneezed in his ears. He eventually regained what liitle senses he still has and commenced to build a big fire in the BBQ pit. To make a long ol' story kinda short, we all done had us one heck of a victory party, before we even competed against each other. We reckon that gettin' together like this, without any thoughts of winnin' or loosin', is what the Olympics is all about. It sure is nice when folks can come together and have fun without even thinkin' about their differences. Well, Mee Maw's makin' the rounds right now with big ol' doses of her elixerated corn squeezin' tonic. There's a lot of doctorin' to be done. There sure is a lot of belly-stuffed, partied-out critters layin' all over the house right now. The sight of a moose that can't hold his ferretone is not a pretty sight. We won't even attempt to describe the condition our Paw Paw is in. At least, if we ever gets in that condition, we can told him that we "learned it from watchin' you." We sure is glad that we got the chance to party with all these neat friends. Don't worry about the competition none. Mee Maw is pretty good at doin' her doctorin'. She says that everybody will be ready to go when we gets to the Stadium tonight - even Paw Paw. Joy to the World!! Tater, Odie and Cookie - America's Carrotball Team PS: We's sorry that we couldn't mention the names of everybody who came to the party. That would have made this letter so long that Cyber-Fert would have fussed at us. We is just glad that everybody came. Ya'll come back now, you heah! [Posted in FML issue 1651]