This is regarding the horrific murder of 82 ferrets with a "syringelike" object. Unfortunately, I have no further facts to report, but I know of some very good people looking into this horrible tragedy. (Since someone asked yesterday, the mention of a feud was made by one of the tv stations I called, but hasn't been published.) I've heard other things secondhand, but chose not to relate them so as not to generate rumors. Anyway, one kind soul has found a web site for the Spokane police, with no more info than already reported. I don't have the address, but updates might be found there. I haven't searched Spokane on the web, but perhaps the tv stations have e-mail. (I'll report every scrap of fact I gather.) I know facts MUST surface. They must. This is too horrid to remain buried in the black dirt of ignorance. Though it is awful to say, I am still haunted by an imagined memory of unheeded screams... though sick, I keep thinking of the movie "Silence of the Lambs", imagining the twisted human spirit portrayed by Anthony Hopkins and Buffalo Bill -- enwrapped in that loud, eiry disco music whilst cries of "Precious!" "Precious!" by the entrapped woman ring desparately out -- bearing down on 82 of the sweetest beings on earth... silencing lambs, the tiniest of lambs. I cannot help remembering that my sweet and beautiful lady albino Claudette, a gentle and sweet noble soul - came from a Spokane breeder, though I could never trace which one. Uh oh... I'm losing it again. The FML has been eirily quiet as well. On the one hand, what is there to say; on the other, there is too much to say... I thought, though, in the meantime, in the face of ignorance and unexplained loss, that perhaps each of us could light a candle for the little lost fuzzies, staging a nationwide vigil of grief over their lost lives, honor for their spirits, with some joy sent forth for the release of their spirits from whatever torment they might have endured... each would give meaning to their own candle's flame of course. Today is Monday Dec. 1. According to one scrap of a fact, the murders took place Nov. 21. More then a week has passed in near-dark silence. Perhaps, before another week passes, sometime before Dec. 5 and as long as the heart wishes, each of us could light a candle in honor of these 82 sweet fuzzies, to help light their paths to the starry Rainbow Bridge. I found a beautiful plum-scented candle whose scent has been cheering me up, unlit, in the kitchen since Thanksgiving eve (when I learned of the tragedy). I'll light this little lamp for the fuzzies. In your heart of hearts, too, please help these fuzzies find a more beautiful journey than they had on earth... and let's keep helping ourselves and all fuzzies discover and rediscover hope and love. Fuzzy hugs (and fuzzier tears), Lynn and her warm gang of seven fuzzies (and, as always my special fuzzies found in the stars: Schroeder Boat, Percy Fergusan, and baby Squeek and his neural tube siblings....) [Posted in FML issue 2142]