“Cry havoc and let slip the ferrets of war”

So the mayor-to-be of Franklinton, where I used to be a reporter, was a cattle farmer. Used to hang out at town meetings with her some. Her farm was on the highest piece of land in the county, so every once in a while a cow would zapped by lightning, she said. Smells awful. Legs stick straight out.

So Liz, our intern here at the paper, suggested I develop a cow surge protector. I Googled the idea for some background research, but to no avail.

But when I tried, “ferrets of war,” I got dozens of hits.

Figures.