Plan B

This is the emergency plan to be put into effect in moments of great danger.

It consists of releasing the ferrets' harnesses from the leads and throwing them over a hedge or something to let them fend for themselves as best they can.

So far, I've only come close to implementing it once.

One eveneing on the autumn of 1994, I was on my way home with Alison and Rustan.
Walking along the road, up a hill, I saw a man outside the cafe at the top of the hill kicking their candles across the road, with rather lously coordination.

Deciding I didn't want to get to close to that disturbance, I lifted the ferrets and crossed the road obliquely to the other side. This proved ineffective, as before we had fully crossed the man intercepted us.

He had an unlighted cigarette in the left hand and the right one in his jacket pocket. Didn't seem quite normal, but he wasn't drunk. Hostile, he was! The only thing said during the encounter (I said not a word) was

Soon it's: Bang!, and you're dead!

Since we were in the middle of the road, with cars going by on both sides, I couldn't let the ferrets down to fend myself using normal methods and putting them inside my sweater wouldn't work either, as it wasn't tucked into my trousers, so I did consider throwing them across the road and a hedge onto a parking lot. I tried to evade him walking backwards, beeing careful not to step into the traffic.

The situation was saved by someone at the cafe who attracted his attention letting me get clear.