The town I've moved to barely warrants the name "town". Burgh or hamlet MIGHT fit the bill: the population here is just under 400 people. (The town where I work is substantially larger.) It's way out in the boondocks. But you know what? There is AMPLE room to do ferret publicity work here. There is only one store, which doubles as a gas station and movie rental place. Small as it is, it's "town central." And I have repeatedly brought one or another of my three ferrets with me when I go shopping at that store. Result: 3 weeks after I move in, my kids are celebrities. The store owner and his wife know them by name. His granddaughter wants a ferret. (Okay, Loki's hard to resist! <G>) The local loggers and farmers regale me with hunting stories and ask me about ferret feces as a rat repellant (which I disabuse them of)...then the stories fade away and they start petting my kid (okay, one of the 2 boys; my nippy girl stays at home) and marvelling at the soft fur and wondering "do they bite?" "what do they eat" "how long do they live?" etc., and laughing when the fuzzbutt weezils his way into the grocery sack or tries to sniff the store's stock of donuts through their covered box. Every little bit helps. (WA-state) Megan & the Terrific, Store-lovin' fuzzbutt Trio Grover (I'll take one of those hot-dogs, please!) Onyx (I never get to go anywheres! *POUT* *chomp*) Loki (Come here, little girl.... want some candy?!?!?) [Posted in FML issue 2514]