The One About The Marmot

Several days ago I came upon a polecat, a ferret if you will (and even if you won't), sunning himself on the pavement behind a 7-11 in my neighborhood.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Ferret", I said.

The ferret said nothing in return (being a dumb animal and all), and instead returned my greeting made in good cheer and fellowship with what I swear was a look of contempt on its weasel-like face.

I looked for a nearby rock with which to chunk at said rodent, but found nothing but half-degraded cigarette filters and mutilated Big Gulp(tm) lids. Realizing I'd met my match, I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked home, forcing thoughts of gloating polecats out of my mind.

It was hard.

But I digress.

The point is, just what the hell is a marmot? Anyway, here's another tune:

Make It Last

(a favorite of C i n d y ' s, so it has that going for it).