Bill Keyes and Sari posted a continuing legend:

>Up in the Snow Capped Mountains ("Elric, we ain't in Wisconsin anymore...") 
>in a medium sized Lamasary (where they apparently haven't been pestered by
>the PRC yet) a business of ferrets is happily scurring about the main
>sanctuary.  A small albino jill is running under the altar with a burgandy
>colored sock. ("Treasure needs to be kept safe you know...") she bumps into
>El Burrito, who chatters to her, she chatters back and runs to gather her
>companions, something odd has come to the mountains.... "chichcichchichchcicc
>i..." all tails go brushy and the ferrets scatter off in all directions
> hunting for
>the source of this "darkness"... chattering angryly sniffing and dashing the
>inspect the whole place. (for a change there are not so many socks and small
>objects missing...)  About an hour later El Burrito leads a small squadron
>of ferrets to the huge doorway, a human shaped shadow is standing there, the
>ferrets hiss and perform the Great Weasel War Dance....

El Dupree belched tremendously and watched the tiny creatures swarming around
his swollen feet.  He thought at first he was still in the arms of drunken
unconsciousness, dreaming of hundreds of little Burritos, all of them willing
and anxious to bite his thumbs.  But slowly he realized that he was no 
longer in El Paso, collapsed against a dirty curb, one arm wrapped around
an empty whiskey bottle.

Not for the first time in his life, the master of the western plains swore
to never again touch a drop of whiskey, while at the same time wondering
where the nearest cantina was.

Meanwhile, all around his feet, the ferrets danced the Wild War Weasel Dance,
the dance that signifies all sorts of things, but foremost among these things
is the vow to steal all dice, aspirin bottles, and socks for a thousand-mile
radius.  Burrito, the leader and wisest of the wise ferrets, chirped and
squeeked to it's followers.

El Dupree had no idea what was going on.  His only wish was to find a quiet
corner somewhere to empty his aching bladder.  He didn't know the scope of
the events that were building, invisibly, all around him.