Post by ferretmaster on Oct 2, 2008 19:26:21 GMT -5
Cross posted from Ferretopia
This greeting is being posted on behalf of Argyle, who had important business to tend to elsewhere. And, Giuliana We are very sorry this took so long to get to you; we were all having so much fun at the picnic and showing your little man all the delights of the Bridge, we kinda lost track of time.
The day was hazy, with just the right amount of cool breeze blowing over his shoulder. Argyle studied the dimpled ball resting on its tee and began his backswing.
For a little Scttish ferret, retired mascot of a heavenly regimane, playing golf at the Bridge was the most wonderful sport he could imagine. Any course, any link, became his to play just for the wishing. Now, if he could only keep the ball on track and someday make it drop into the hole. But alas, not with those ferrets downrange with their backs up, tails poofed, dancing half wild with excitement. Their dream was to chase and stash HIS golf balls. Argyle sighed, smiled and lofted a ball right to Baxter, who chased it, rolling, bouncing and chortling like a fool, threw his paws into the air, firmly wrapping them around his prize.
"I gots it missur Argie! I gots it! I be de bes' ball chaser EBER!"
"That ye arrrrrr, Baxter, that ye arrrrrrrrrrr," agreed Argyle.
Just as Argie leaned down and lined up several jingle balls to loft to Trish, the same cool breeze brought the melody of the Promise Song to his ears.
"Missur Argie! We gots to wun to de Bwidge an' gweet de new awwivals!" said Trish as she stood, ears cocked forward to catch the sound of Sodaferts beautiful voice.
"Aye, lassie, I hear him, too. We kinnae dally," said Argyle as he put his clubs away and shouldered his bag.
The little group of ferrets walked through the changing scenery, golf greens changing to vale to glen to woods, and finally a long slope down to a little valley with a wide, clear stream flowing by an old oak bridge spanning both sides.
They could feel the anticipation in the air, the notes of the Promise song and Sodaferret's wonderful voice swirling about them, accompanied by a sweet chorus of ferret voices. It gave words to the soothing melody, words of a promise made to all new arrivals to the Bridge. They would once again be whole and healthy, have the energy of a kit, enjoy any desired treat, toy or activity and, one day they would look up and their beloved hoomin would be standing there, come to get them. After a joyful reunion, they would continue their interrupted journey, going as a family to their last forever and ever home, never to be parted again.
As they arrived at the Bridge, Molly was just kneeling to allow her passenger to get down from the basket on her back. But, instead of climbing down, the little ferret stood, paws wrapped around the basket's edge, eyes wide and swimming as he looked around frantically. "Where be dis pwace? Wot it be cawed? An.................WHERE BE MY MOMMIE?" and the tears began to flow.
Argyle climbed up beside the basket, "Och! Puirrrr, puirrrr laddie. Dinnae ye cry, now. Yerrrr at de Brridge an' among frriends."
This brought a fresh spate of tears and howls of grief, "But, why would Mommie sen' me away? Wot did I do wong? I fought her wubbed me! I wubbed her as hard as I cud."
As he cried and questioned, Argyle gently pulled and lifted the little ferret down from the basket and Molly. "Here, here! Dinnae ye fret, laddie. Yerr Ma loved ye and still does," soothed Argyle, patting the bereft boy on the back.
"Den, why is I here an' where be my Mommie?" he asked, looking up through his tears at Argie as he sniffled.
"Firrst, let's get de intrroductions outta the way," A grinning Arglye extended a paw. "I be Argyle, yerrr grrreeterrrrrr."
"I be Squeezie, a'so cawed SAMS," as he took Argie's paw in his.
"OK, den, hab a seat an' I will expwain what brrrought ye here."
The little group sat down, followed in suit by Squeezie, and leaned forward, elbows on knees, to listen to the little Scot.
"Yerrr Ma loved you so much that she actually tried to move heaven and earth to save you. But, alas, 'twas not to be, and ye couldna live in yerrr damaged body no muirrr. In the prrocess ob trrying to hep ye, she filled yerr heart with so much love that ye were brought straightaway to here."
"But," interrupted SAMS, "Where be here?" *sniffle*
"Hold yerrrsel', laddie; I'm comin' to that." Argyle smiled and held a paw up to the impatient ferret. "Dis be de Bwidge an' dis is where we all come when it comes time to leave our bodies behind."
"An' mos' ob us gets to bwing hearts so full ob wub dat we can shares it wif de ones dat neber got to hab a wubbing Mommie or Daddy. We a'so gets to adop' dem into our famwy," piped up a grinning Maxwell.
"That's rright, "smiled Argyle. "We are all waiting for our families to come and get us and take us with them when their time is done. Until then, we are made whole and healthy again, so we can enjoy our time here, as it should be. We doona have any ailments or infirmities ever again. We can have or do anything we desire, just for the wishing."
SAMS eyes widened in astonishment, "Weawy? Dat be de awsomest fing I can eben think ob!............'cept for Mommie not bein' here." and his eyes began to water again.
Badger reached over and patted Squeezie's paw, "But, you can sees yer Mommie anytime you wants."
Squeezie's head popped up, eyes gleaming with hope, "Where?!?"
"Now I was just comin' to that, laddie," chuckled Argyle. "Be a bit more patient. *Ahem* Where was I.....................Oh, here we go! You see, we are all waiting for family to come get us and take us with them to our last forever and ever home, where we will be together for all eternity. But, in the infinite wisdom of all creation, we are allowed to see our families anytime we want to. We can do this at a place here called the Reflecting Pond."
"Yeah," Fudge jumped up in excitement, "We sen's dem huggies an' kissies."
"An' sometimes we bisit dem in dere dweams an' gib dem whiskery kisses an' nosy nudges," cried Punkin.
Argyle chuckled again, "That's right. None of us is very far from those we love."
"Can I go to dis pond now?" asked Squeezie. "I wants to see my Mommie an' tell her I wub her bery much. I wants to fank her for twyin' to he'p me an' for wettin' me come here to wait for her, an' to tell her dis be a gweat pwace an' I hab wots ob new fwiends, an'............"
Argyle held up his paws, laughing, "Hold on, my boy, all things in good time. We'll take ye to the pond, where we have prepared a welcoming picnic in yerrr honor. Ye can see yerrr Ma, meet all yerrrr new friends, play games and eat 'til yer full to burstin'"
Squeezie jumped up, eager to be off, and the others followed suit. Later, as Squeezie was watching and talking to his Mommie's image in the water, Argyle was sitting against a huge weeping willow, softly playing his pipes and watching everyone play in the sun, shade and breeze. He stopped playing for a moment, glancing to one side, where Fudge was taking a break from the festivities. "Ye know, I think that yon laddie is adjusting to all this very nicely."
Fudge tipped her head toward Argie and smiled, "Yep, I fink so, too. An' jus' knowin' he's OK an' can see an' bisit her will he'p his Mommie feel better. Dat's what makes de Bwidge so awesome."
The two ferrets looked out over the grassy, sandy banks of the pond, blankets and food spread and inviting everywhere, and watched the many, many ferrets playing, dancing, running and jumping in the joyful abandon that personified the pure exuberence that was theirs. With a sigh of contentment, Argyle, pipe in mouth, began fingering a haunting, soothing melody that floated out in the breeze, wrapping all in feelings of comfort and happiness.
This greeting is being posted on behalf of Argyle, who had important business to tend to elsewhere. And, Giuliana We are very sorry this took so long to get to you; we were all having so much fun at the picnic and showing your little man all the delights of the Bridge, we kinda lost track of time.
The day was hazy, with just the right amount of cool breeze blowing over his shoulder. Argyle studied the dimpled ball resting on its tee and began his backswing.
For a little Scttish ferret, retired mascot of a heavenly regimane, playing golf at the Bridge was the most wonderful sport he could imagine. Any course, any link, became his to play just for the wishing. Now, if he could only keep the ball on track and someday make it drop into the hole. But alas, not with those ferrets downrange with their backs up, tails poofed, dancing half wild with excitement. Their dream was to chase and stash HIS golf balls. Argyle sighed, smiled and lofted a ball right to Baxter, who chased it, rolling, bouncing and chortling like a fool, threw his paws into the air, firmly wrapping them around his prize.
"I gots it missur Argie! I gots it! I be de bes' ball chaser EBER!"
"That ye arrrrrr, Baxter, that ye arrrrrrrrrrr," agreed Argyle.
Just as Argie leaned down and lined up several jingle balls to loft to Trish, the same cool breeze brought the melody of the Promise Song to his ears.
"Missur Argie! We gots to wun to de Bwidge an' gweet de new awwivals!" said Trish as she stood, ears cocked forward to catch the sound of Sodaferts beautiful voice.
"Aye, lassie, I hear him, too. We kinnae dally," said Argyle as he put his clubs away and shouldered his bag.
The little group of ferrets walked through the changing scenery, golf greens changing to vale to glen to woods, and finally a long slope down to a little valley with a wide, clear stream flowing by an old oak bridge spanning both sides.
They could feel the anticipation in the air, the notes of the Promise song and Sodaferret's wonderful voice swirling about them, accompanied by a sweet chorus of ferret voices. It gave words to the soothing melody, words of a promise made to all new arrivals to the Bridge. They would once again be whole and healthy, have the energy of a kit, enjoy any desired treat, toy or activity and, one day they would look up and their beloved hoomin would be standing there, come to get them. After a joyful reunion, they would continue their interrupted journey, going as a family to their last forever and ever home, never to be parted again.
As they arrived at the Bridge, Molly was just kneeling to allow her passenger to get down from the basket on her back. But, instead of climbing down, the little ferret stood, paws wrapped around the basket's edge, eyes wide and swimming as he looked around frantically. "Where be dis pwace? Wot it be cawed? An.................WHERE BE MY MOMMIE?" and the tears began to flow.
Argyle climbed up beside the basket, "Och! Puirrrr, puirrrr laddie. Dinnae ye cry, now. Yerrrr at de Brridge an' among frriends."
This brought a fresh spate of tears and howls of grief, "But, why would Mommie sen' me away? Wot did I do wong? I fought her wubbed me! I wubbed her as hard as I cud."
As he cried and questioned, Argyle gently pulled and lifted the little ferret down from the basket and Molly. "Here, here! Dinnae ye fret, laddie. Yerr Ma loved ye and still does," soothed Argyle, patting the bereft boy on the back.
"Den, why is I here an' where be my Mommie?" he asked, looking up through his tears at Argie as he sniffled.
"Firrst, let's get de intrroductions outta the way," A grinning Arglye extended a paw. "I be Argyle, yerrr grrreeterrrrrr."
"I be Squeezie, a'so cawed SAMS," as he took Argie's paw in his.
"OK, den, hab a seat an' I will expwain what brrrought ye here."
The little group sat down, followed in suit by Squeezie, and leaned forward, elbows on knees, to listen to the little Scot.
"Yerrr Ma loved you so much that she actually tried to move heaven and earth to save you. But, alas, 'twas not to be, and ye couldna live in yerrr damaged body no muirrr. In the prrocess ob trrying to hep ye, she filled yerr heart with so much love that ye were brought straightaway to here."
"But," interrupted SAMS, "Where be here?" *sniffle*
"Hold yerrrsel', laddie; I'm comin' to that." Argyle smiled and held a paw up to the impatient ferret. "Dis be de Bwidge an' dis is where we all come when it comes time to leave our bodies behind."
"An' mos' ob us gets to bwing hearts so full ob wub dat we can shares it wif de ones dat neber got to hab a wubbing Mommie or Daddy. We a'so gets to adop' dem into our famwy," piped up a grinning Maxwell.
"That's rright, "smiled Argyle. "We are all waiting for our families to come and get us and take us with them when their time is done. Until then, we are made whole and healthy again, so we can enjoy our time here, as it should be. We doona have any ailments or infirmities ever again. We can have or do anything we desire, just for the wishing."
SAMS eyes widened in astonishment, "Weawy? Dat be de awsomest fing I can eben think ob!............'cept for Mommie not bein' here." and his eyes began to water again.
Badger reached over and patted Squeezie's paw, "But, you can sees yer Mommie anytime you wants."
Squeezie's head popped up, eyes gleaming with hope, "Where?!?"
"Now I was just comin' to that, laddie," chuckled Argyle. "Be a bit more patient. *Ahem* Where was I.....................Oh, here we go! You see, we are all waiting for family to come get us and take us with them to our last forever and ever home, where we will be together for all eternity. But, in the infinite wisdom of all creation, we are allowed to see our families anytime we want to. We can do this at a place here called the Reflecting Pond."
"Yeah," Fudge jumped up in excitement, "We sen's dem huggies an' kissies."
"An' sometimes we bisit dem in dere dweams an' gib dem whiskery kisses an' nosy nudges," cried Punkin.
Argyle chuckled again, "That's right. None of us is very far from those we love."
"Can I go to dis pond now?" asked Squeezie. "I wants to see my Mommie an' tell her I wub her bery much. I wants to fank her for twyin' to he'p me an' for wettin' me come here to wait for her, an' to tell her dis be a gweat pwace an' I hab wots ob new fwiends, an'............"
Argyle held up his paws, laughing, "Hold on, my boy, all things in good time. We'll take ye to the pond, where we have prepared a welcoming picnic in yerrr honor. Ye can see yerrr Ma, meet all yerrrr new friends, play games and eat 'til yer full to burstin'"
Squeezie jumped up, eager to be off, and the others followed suit. Later, as Squeezie was watching and talking to his Mommie's image in the water, Argyle was sitting against a huge weeping willow, softly playing his pipes and watching everyone play in the sun, shade and breeze. He stopped playing for a moment, glancing to one side, where Fudge was taking a break from the festivities. "Ye know, I think that yon laddie is adjusting to all this very nicely."
Fudge tipped her head toward Argie and smiled, "Yep, I fink so, too. An' jus' knowin' he's OK an' can see an' bisit her will he'p his Mommie feel better. Dat's what makes de Bwidge so awesome."
The two ferrets looked out over the grassy, sandy banks of the pond, blankets and food spread and inviting everywhere, and watched the many, many ferrets playing, dancing, running and jumping in the joyful abandon that personified the pure exuberence that was theirs. With a sigh of contentment, Argyle, pipe in mouth, began fingering a haunting, soothing melody that floated out in the breeze, wrapping all in feelings of comfort and happiness.