They've been making noises for some time now. I've been hearing the whispers of discontent from many of their squeaky bodies. It's been getting harder to ignore.
I happen to wonder if something's happening with them. I try asking them, but they stay silent. Obviously, they don't want to tell me. They keep lips that are tighter than Fort Knox.
I've been finding crude maps drawn all over the place. I have no idea what they mean. Ferrets are not very good drawers. In fact, they're very poorly done. If they can follow them, that's great. I sure can't.
Something is amiss. Those weasels are doing something.