Hey guys. We’re George and Shy Guy. You’ve never met us but you were friends with our brother Feodore. He gave you bizness licenses for Texas and Birginia and was also the first graduate of the Marty School of Bizness Correspondence Course. He was a smart boy who left our house and mommy proud. And while he left us for Heaben to be wiff Marty, before he did, he left a big mark on all of us and a roadmap to follow.

That roadmap is to be awesome at Internashunal Bizness! Plus, if we get bizness degrees, it would probably help all our other buddies back at the rescue. Like Feodore, we were both adopted from the Saint Nicholas Mouse Rescue. Can you imagine how much it would help adoptions for them if we also got bizness degrees from Marty’s School of Bizness? To have three rats from the same rescue get degrees from the premier school of bizness would definitely allow the nice folks there to advertise themselves as the rescue wiff da smartest rats eber!

So we are following the checklist to be good internashunal bizness rats. We tried to master the stapler, but it makes a loud noise when you push it, and dat kind of scared Shy Guy. So we moved on to other fings (we’ll keep practicing on da stapler). Mailing fings seemed more fun, as eberyone at da Post Office finks it is cute to see little ratties doing bizness. So here is our attempt at mailing fings: bizness licenses from Connecticut.

Why Connecticut? Well, we heard through the grape vine our Mommy once lived there shortly. And since you always give a little tour of whatever state you bisit, we figured it would be neat to hear a little about somewhere Mommy once libed.

Can’t wait to hear of your Connecticut adbentures. Take care and all the best.

Your new pals,

George  & Shy Guy

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Fanks to George and Shy Guy, we hab indeed taken a trip to Connecticut to bisit and check out the bizness opportunities.  Milo bisited the Yale campus to look for the first telephone book eber issued – because contained only fifty names and he thought dat was amazing – we have more first cousins!  The New Haben District Telephone Company published it in February 1878.  Dat was waaaaay back in yesteryear.  Plus he neber passes up a chance to do his Stebe Martin impresshun…. “The new phone books are here!!  The new phone books are here!!”  You wouldn’t fink so, but he’s acktually pretty good at it.

I did a little campaigning in Hartford, howeber you may not, under any circumstances, cross the street walking on your hands.  Well, dat is pretty hard for me not to do, so I had to take the backroads around town and I found a yogie in the road!  So I eated it.

Wimbley was happy to do some bizness paperwork from home, but hopes to wear his trabel clothes and go wiff us again soon.

Fank you boys (and Lisa & Kebin)!!  Keep on practing wiff your stapler and you will be certified at bizness in no time.

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You know you lub it.

Big FANK YOU to our new friend and bizness associate, Twilight Sparkle, for getting us back in Bizness again!  Wimbley couldn’t take the trabel juice to come wiff us (it would clash wiff his medisin) but it made him so happy to fink about bizness again, so we took a quick trip to Mississippi ourselbes and checked it out.  Mississippi looks pretty neat!  They made a giant ball wiff old pallets, which is pretty genius. I fink bizness will be good here.  She sent us a letter… here it is:

Hi. My name is Twilight Sparkle, although it used to be Porsche. I was a special needs rat because I was never handled by people. So I was really mean. I’d bite anyone who tried to pet me because I was scared. Needless to say, my chances of adoption were slim, but thankfully an experienced rat family took me in. Apparently they got experience raising rats after adopting some thanks to Marty.

twiglightsparkle2 Anyway, when I got home I meet my brother Merlin and my aunt Lisa. Aunt Lisa said animals should not be named after food or cars, so Daddy had to change my name. Since Merlin is named after a famous magic user in fiction, he needed to name me after a famous female magician. After a little bit of thinking, he finally decided on Twilight Sparkle, the main character in the cartoon My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. And boy is the name a good fit.

You see, like Twilight Sparkle in the cartoon, I am also a princess . And like Twilight, I had to learn about friendship and how to be a good friend. As you can see, I am getting much better. I rarely bite Daddy anymore (habits can be hard to break), as I learned his hand means either treats or a bunch of pets!

Of course, learning to be a good friend takes time, and I am still learning. Thankfully the show teaches lessons in how to be a good friend through the different elements of friendship. One element of friendship is generosity, which is giving of oneself. So to help me become friendlier and to keep with the tradition that every animal adopted into this house send you a business license, here is my contribution: Mississippi business plates. I had to pay several yogis to pick these up, but it’s okay. After all, true friends are generous to one another.

I hope you three all become my friends. You all seem like cool guys, plus I think Fibbs is very handsome! I have a thing for hooded rats 😉

Anyway, keep being cool. I hope this brought a smile to your faces and made you laugh a little. After all, laughter is also an important element of friendship. At least that is what the other Twilight Sparkle told me.

Your new friend,

Twilight Sparkle
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It’s medisin time again…ugh.  I don’t really like it, but I do get lots of kisses and snuggles.  Fibbs finks it tastes good and if I leabe any on my chin he licks my face off.  Mom says dat the big medisin should be kicking in soon, so maybe more improbments coming soon.  My back leg is kicking up a bit more these days and I am strong!!  Especially when I fight my medisins.  😉

Look at my twirly whisker!  But shhhh…. I’m trying to hab a nap.

 

Hai eberyone!  Dis Wimbley.  I feel like I’m defying the odds and getting a little bit better ebery day.  I feel strong and I’m happy and I’m still finking about the elepants and treasure, but right now I’m just habbing a lick from my moms cheesy cracker.

When you are sitting alone quietly at night, and all ob a sudden you hear *crunch**crunch**crunch**crunch*… you look around, yet you see noffing, and deep down inside you know.  The secret snacker has struck again!!