*pokes with a stick to see if your alive* .______.
Ah-haha! Hello! Excuse me I was taking a very long, very amnesiac nap. Hello, my pale friend. How are you? *Pickles yawns* Pickles yawned as well.
“I’m doing better now that I know I won’t have to plan your funeral.”
You wouldn’t have to do that anyway, I have meticulously crafted my “death day” ceremony over the years, and none of it shall go amiss.
May I ask how you came across my humble blog, pale friend?
Uhhh…. hold on, I’m trying to remember…. oh right!! I wanted to ask you if you would like Mr.pickles to be alive! So I went through several ferret posts and now here I am!
Ahhh, well, Pickles is very much alive already! Well, this Pickles is. Pickles VI- Sixles- and she is very … physically alive. Though if you meant “spiritually” she would benefit greatly, I believe, from maybe some travelling or sky-diving. Really get the blood going!
Er…. would her heart be able to handle it though?
A good friend of mine continues to tell me “don’t let your dreams just be your dreams”. Besides, it’s what Pickles wants! She wants to try bull riding but I won’t have any of that, it’s a cruel sport.










