Mustela Putorius Cogito

My psychic ferret will indeed be in my novel in a small cameo.

Chris also came up with a line for us to use somewhere: "That's what hitmen are for."

Year One: a pet ferret who may or may not have been psychic; its owner's husband believed that it was.

Year Two: a bartender who supposedly had a talent for "ferretting" out information from his patrons. Not psychic, but knew enough that he might as well have been.

Year Three: a self-proclaimed psychic named Avery Ferrett, only mentioned in conversation.

Year Four: sequel to Year Three; this time, Avery Ferrett actually appears in person.

This year? I think "The Psychic Ferret" will be a store or a bar or something of the sort.

This year, I am thinking to put a psychic ferret somewhere in my novel. I know I had jolted down an idea somewhere in my notes. If I remember correctly, it will be the name of a very top secret research on some para-normal phenonmena ( mainly about telephaty, telekinesis and the like).

For the phrase about the hitman, I am thinking about using it as a sarcastic reply of one character somewhere, in a critical moment.

The psychic ferret could surely make an appearance in my novel this year. Probably a ferret who's jealous of the main characters relashionship with her boyfriend, the ferret's owner.

Anybody with half a brain and armed with the facts can tell you that the Canadian Gun Registry, which requires that all firearms in Canada be registered or rendered unusable, and was introduced in the mid-1990s by the government of Prime Minister Jean Chrétien to quiet down media-fueled public panic in the wake of several high-profile shootings, whatever its value in terms of swaying gullible voters may be, is in law enforcement terms little more than a bottomless pit into which the government throws taxpayer money, its astronomical cost being out of all proportion to its nigh-negligible effect upon crime prevention in general and homicide investigation in particular.

Within the ranks of the City Of Lemoyne Police Service, where no opportunity for cynical response to legislative stupidity goes unexploited, particularly with regards to money ostensibly spent on law enforcement which seems to go toward anything but salaries, hiring, equipment, pensions, and health insurance, the Canadian Gun Registry, or CGR, is pejoratively called Cougar, and thus made the subject of a variety of derisory comments, such as, "That Cougar is a lemon, and should be sent to the junkyard," and "Another piece of ass for the Cougar."

Amidst all the controversy and rhetoric being thrown around when the Registry was adopted, one Canadian police officer had the foresight to anticipate a way in which it might actually be useful. Corporal Micheline Rossi, a data-cruncher for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, took the information from the Registry and cross-referenced it with numerous other firearms data, such as global manufacturing, sale and re-sale, consumer patterns, and so forth, creating a large database which tracked firearms, not only in Canada but everywhere in the world, from the moment they were created until they rusted away to nothing. If guns were a species, this database was the equivalent of their complete zoological overview.

This database so impressed her superiors that they were quick to seize upon it, appoint themselves overseers of it, and enthusiastically demonstrate its merits to their superiors, who saddled it with the regrettable name Firearms Regulation Table, or FRT, whereupon Corporal Rossi, with her characteristic foresight and insider's understanding of puerile cop humour, realised she had best give her baby a nickname before any of her coworkers did, and promptly christened it Ferret, spreading that name as far and as wide as she could.

Fortunately for her legacy, the name stuck, so when Homicide Detective John Gerard of the City Of Lemoyne Police Service returned from researching the chrome-plated phantom gun on the Squad's computer, his partner asked him, "Was Ferret able to tell you anything?"

"No."

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Wow... well, if that's not a challenge, I don't know what is. LMAO

Although, considering parts of my plot, it may not be so difficult afterall..... may throw my story off a little bit, but what the heck; I'm IN!!!!

I just hope I don't forget. lol

Ha!! Love it!! I'm so using that line.

Well, I was finally able to add the line "That's what hitmen are for" in my story.

Now all I have to figure out is how I'm going to add a psychic ferret... hmmm....

~Lindsay

I had introduced the psychic ferret thing a little while ago. And I just wrote the part with the "That's what hitmen are for" part. My job is done! (-: Misssion accomplished and right as I wanted it!

Actually, the Psychic Ferret in my story was the name of a *cough* luxury Inn *cough*.

^^

And, ahem... may I ask you what a hitman is...? *feels stupid*

It is a tueur à gage. The bikers gangs and the mafia likes using those hitmen.

Ah ! I see. Thanks ^^

Well, It'll be easy, as I was already supposed to add one of the dares of the fantasy forum, which goes by : "That's the last time I hire discount assassins" XD

Here goes the hitmen line: XD

Dante wasn’t the only sneaky in the vampire clan. Drake was taught well by Mercedes and decided it would be a fine thing to go on a rampage that night. The warm evening meant everyone in town was up and about until the wee hours of the night and it meant plenty of food for the young fighter. Drake had a particular set of victims in mind and he knew Dante would be furious if he steals her preys so he decided to expose her plan to her. She agreed readily: an epic fight with the Hunters would be an interesting way to spend some time. Dante sent for a squad of her goons to go ahead: they were mere pawns in her game and would be easily sacrificed.

“You’re ready Drake?”

“Of course, the message was sent to the Hunters headquarters.” The young vampire replied.

“You mean the hitmen?” Dante said, as an eyebrow rose.

“Yup, that’s what hitmen are for. They’ll keep the hunters busy while we reach your mother’s house and kill the damphir.”

Done it too ^^

" - C’est la dernière fois que j’engage un assassin à rabais !

L’homme encapuchonné était de retour. Et visiblement, il n’était pas très content.

- Mais pourquoi vouloir engager un assassin ? demanda Meilody innocemment.

- Pour vous tuer, évidemment, répondit l’homme.

Tous sentirent qu’il avait levé les yeux au ciel. Il camoufla ceci par une petite toux sèche.

- Hem hem. Bon. Je vais devoir m’en occuper moi-même on dirait !

- Excusez-moi… l’interrompt alors Lucky.

- Quoi ?

- Eh bien… pourquoi vouloir nous tuer ?

- Je vous l’ai dit. Vous êtes des Mary Sues et des Gary Stus. Cette engeance doit disparaître de l’Univers !

- Et, euh… poursuivit Meilody, confuse. Pourquoi ne pas avoir tenté de nous tuer vous-même dès le départ ?

- C’est à ça que servent les assassins ! "

^_^

Cool!!!! I like that dialogue! I like when there is good punchlines!

I just had my characters arrive at Ferret Lake, which, because demons and spirits in my world can't cross water, deadens the psychic powers of my possessed character while they're walking across the ice.

Nice.

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Well, I think I have to fit it in again.
Lucky I have shape changing wizards in my novel who can
use the trope in context.