Purrmana's Story.

                                .1.


  The room was dim with only the glow of one florescent lamp, sputtering now and
then, far up in one corner of the forgotten room.  Filling the room like a
tide were the soft murmurs of foozals as they gossiped with each others about
the days exploits.  Each of them secure in its own mind that it was one of
the cutest of all creatures on earth.

  All was not well tonight as two of foozals raised their voices in cute
little rages between each other.  They were arguing over the magic bottle of
Cutinol, forever full as it could never be emptied.  It was a rather sinister
drink that cast a low level spell over anyone that would partake of it. 
Giving them the appearance of being cute to anyone that looked upon them.

  "Peter!  It is my turn with the Cutinol!"  Glen danced from one foot to the
other in a cute rage.  He wanted the Cutinol now and wasn't willing to take no
for an answer.  "I want some now!"

  Keeping a tight grip on the magic bottle, Peter kept it away from Glen.  He
hadn't had a good day getting food of the buildings visitors so thought that
he should get extra Cutinol today.  Anyway, the thought ran through his head,
he didn't like Glen anyway.  "You will get your turn soon enough!" He
sputtered at Glen cutely.  Then with a cute air of superiority.  "I... Need..
just a little more this time."

  Glen grabbed for the bottle without waiting for Peter to give it over.  He
could hardly see Peters soft tan fur through his own rage.  He managed to get
ahold of the bottom of the bottle and pull it partly out of Peters paws.  For
his part Peter fought to keep the bottle in his own possession.

  Moments later it slipped out of both their paws and crashed to the floor
where the bottle shattered, the Cutinol that had been in it leaving a wet
puddle on the pink linoleum tile.

  There was a collective gasp from all about Peter and Glen as the other
foozals heard the glass shatter.  They gathered around the two that had been
arguing.  

  Cutely screeching Peter pointed to Glen trying to divert the blame.  "See
what you did!  It's all your fault!"  Peter glared at Glen.  He didn't get his
last sip of the Cutinol and Glen is the one that had stopped him.

  "My fault? My fault!" Blurted Glen.  Nothing in the world could be his
fault.  He was far to cute for that.  "It was your fault!  If you had just
given me the Cutinol when it was my turn everything would have been alright!"

  The aged paws of the oldest foozal thrust themselves out of the crowd to
point crooked fingers at Peter and Glen.  The cute, almost elfen, voice
followed.  "What have you two done?  How dare you do this thing!"  The other
foozal in the room echoed the accusations.  One voice whined loudly over the
others.  No more Cutinol?  No more food!  Others not find us cute and will not
give up good things to eat!"

  For the first time fear rippled through the gathered mass of foozals.  Their
light tan fur cutely shivering with fear.  There was a sharp shout from
somewhere in the crowd.  "Without Cutinol we will all die!"  

  Another soft voice chimed in cutely from the other side of the dimly lit
room.  "We must get a new bottle of Cutinol.  We must! We must!"
 
  Almost as one all the other foozals took up the chant.  "We must!  We must! 
We must get more Cutinol!" 

  From out of the gathered foozals a portly fellow stepped out.  His shadow
being cutely generous with a jovial voice to match.  "You know there is only
one way to get another bottle of Cutinol.  There is only one that knows the
secret of its creation."

  There was a collective hush throughout the room.  The foozals, being rather
self centered as they were had mostly forgotten about who shattered the bottle
of Cutinol.  Glens eyes widened as he looked at the portly foozal.  "You don't
mean...." His words trailed off with half a whimper.   

  "Yes I do."
 
  The crowd stirred and moved away from the portly foozel and Peter looked at
them with wide eyes.  "On no!  He's a mean and old wizard!  HE is probable
still totally pissed with us for... ummmm... you know."

  With one fat finger pointed right at Peter's cute little nose the big foozal
said what they all though.  "We have not choice.  We must get another bottle
of Cutinol or we will all die."

  A cute, almost timid voice from somewhere in the crowd muttered just loud
enough for everyone to hear in the quiet room.  "Or work ourselves and make
food for ourselves just like everyone else." 

  Every foozal shivered... with a deep and forbidding chill.  "Never." rang the
whispers from all sides.

                                .2.


  The main hallway off the Plaza Hotel's lobby was wide enough to walk six
abreast.  Purrmana's eyes were wide with awe as she gazed around herself at the
brightly lit hallway.  This was the first time that she had ever been in a
hotel before and she found every sight to be new.  For a twelve year old girl
that was not two hard though.

  So it was with delighted curiosity that she turned an ear around and
listened to a cute little chirping sound when she heard it.  The black
furry tufts on her ears quivering with excitement.  The fur on them shined like
early morning dew.  Like any little girl she skipped over to a half open
doorway and peeked in with her eyes bright with curiosity.

  What she saw around the corner was just two cute for words as she rushed
forward to hug the foozal.  It has a soft red fur like a fox.  Only it
wasn't anything like a fox really.  "Hello there little fuzzy!"  The foozal,
for his part, looked at the young skunk with a cute little pout.  Being a
rather self centered fellow he could only help but think he was far more cute
then the little skunk.  A Herculean feat in and of itself as young skunks are
cute by natures gift.

  The other foozal noticed the intruder and gathered around to see what had
entered their private argument.  Purrmana's mouth fell open at the sight of so
many foozals gathered around her.  "Wow!"  It was the only word she knew that
seemed to fit the hundred or so wide eyed faces that she saw.

  A whispered conversation was held among some of the foozals to one side as
they glazed over at Purrmana.  Finaly one of them came forward.  There was a
broad smile across his face but there was a wicked little turn to the edges
of it that no child would be able to see.  "How could you!"  He stamped his
foot in rage.  "How could you destroy the bottle of Cutinol!"

  Purrmana put her thumb in her mouth and looked to the ground.  She felt
very guilty when the foozal yelled at her and wasn't really sure why.  "I
didn't mean to.  I'm sorry."  

  Being quick to take advantage of any situation the other foozals gathered
around the young skunk, surrounding her in only a moment.  They all chimed
together, "You did it!" 

  Tears formed in the little skunks eyes as she tried to back away from all
the voices but they had her compleatly surrounded.

  "It's your fault little skunk!  Your just so ugly with that savage little
stripe on your forehead.  You did it!"  The voices of the foozals had something
of a mean edge to them now as they taunted the little girl.

  "I didn't mean to.  I really didn't mean to."  Purrmana wiped at the tears
in her eyes with the back of her paw.  She didn't know what to do and that
made her cry all the more.

  Chirping victory, Peter knew that their problem was close to being solved. 
"There is only one way from being forever cursed from what YOU did!  Yes! 
Cursed!"

  The other foozals, quick to catch on to what was happening, joined in. 
"Cursed! Cursed!"  Chanted the other foozals to the little skunk.

  With voice trembling Purrmana asked, "What can I do to make it better?"

  Gleeful chirps filled the room and Peter moved closer to the little skunk. 
"You 'must' go to the wizard of the radio Tower and get a bottle of
everlasting Cutinol.  Then you must bring it to us or be forever cursed."

  Purrmana, her mind crowded with confusion, ran from the room wiping her eyes
with her paws.  She was cursed!  It made her feel strange to be cursed and she
didn't like it at all.   When she was away from the chanting foozals she
managed to calm down enough to stop crying.  "I have to find the wizard of the
radio tower.  I must fix what I did wrong!"  She was to young to really
understand what was going on.

  How to get to the radio tower was another problem.  She wondered around the
hotel lobby rather confused and not really looking where she was going. 
"Where would one find a radio tower?"  A few moments later she circled around
a planter and bumped into an orange stick.  Only is squawked when she hit it
with her nose.  

  The stick promptly moved to the side and away from her.  "Karrr Karrr! Why
you attack Karrak Karrak!"  The words came from far overhead and Purrmana
looked up in fascination.



By Jacque Roetzel

  Two long legs, white feathers, and a long pointed beak looked down at her
from way over her head.  The orange beak snapped shut as to large yellow eyes
looked down upon her.  "Oh no sir!  I never ment to attack you. It is just
that I wasn't watching where I was going.  I need to find the Radio tower but
don't know where on is."  She almost went back to crying at those words before
wiping her nose with her paw.

  "Karrr!"  The stork looked down his beak at the little skunk and grinned as
best he could.  "Ahhhrrrrk... that is hard to do when you not looking where 
you go!  No no!  Hard to do indeed!  Keep eyes look all about to get to where 
you want to go!  Kaarrrr!"  
 
  Trying to understand the stork was rather difficult but Purrmana did the
best she could.  "You are right sir.  I will do the best I can to watch for
where I go."

  "Kaawww Kaawww!"  The stork opened his wings and fanned them for a moment. 
"You do that little one and you will always find your way!  Kaawww! Kaawww!"

  With that the stork turned around on its two long orange legs and walked away
with soft clicks as its claws touched the floor at each step.  He had not said
goodbye, but Purrmana wasn't offended by that.  Everyone knew that birdfolk
didn't go into long goodbyes.  She watched him leave with eyes a little
brighter then before.  She lifted her head proudly and looked all about
herself.  She would keep her eyes on the path ahead from now on. 

  It was with a sinking feeling that she realized that she still had not one
wiff of an idea where the radio tower was.  How was she going to find the
place!  She couldn't go back to the foozals yet.  They would just laugh at her
and make her feel bad.  She was troubled by that thought for a moment but gave
it up again when she looked around the lobby.

  She spotted him near the corner of the room.  A large blue dragon with
golden eyes.  She knew that they were very wise and would know where to find
the radio tower.  Still, it was with just a hint of fear in her little eyes,
that she approached the dragon and touched it's shoulder.  "Hello Sir."

  The dragon's head whipped around to look at here and its eyes narrowed to
little slits.  "What do you want?  Can't you see that I am busy?" 

  With wide eyes Purrmana looked at the face of the dragon then glanced down
at her feet.  Head bowed over.  "I am sorry that I disturbed you Mr Dragon. 
It is just that you are so wise and I must find the wizard of the radio tower.
I do not know where the radio tower is but knew that you would." 

  When the dragon looked at the sad little child skunk his face softened and
his eyes smiled at her.  "Ah.  Li'l furball.  You need not worry.  The tower
is far far above us on the hundredth floor."  He reached over with one huge
paw and with the tip of one claw lifted her chin.  You are far to nice li'l
furball.  Scamper on now with your journey.  You have shown grate maturity by
asking for help."

  Tail fluffed up Purrmana grinned up at the dragon with a bright little
smile.  "Oh thank you Mr dragon!  Thank you!  You are very nice." 

  The dragon smiled and nodded.  "Now get.  I'm busy."  He turned his head
around and went back to mulling over his own thoughts while reading his book. 
One hundred and one way to terrorize a midevil village.   

  Pride filled Purrmana's heart and she held her head high.  She was a big
girl now.  Mature!  With those happy thoughts she made a beeline for the
elevator at the back of the lobby.  

  The elevator door was tall and lean.  The silvered doors looked like the
flat teeth of some gigantic monster cow.  There were two buttons next to the
door and she reached up, having to stretch to reach it, and press the button
with the up arrow.  

  A soft ding sounded from the elevator and startled her.  Moments later the
doors swooshed open before her eyes.  They worked almost like magic.  So it was
with small timid steps that she entered the elevator and looked up at the
roof.  "Hello elevator.  Can you take me up?"

  "What do you think this is girl?  Star Trek?  You talk to me about where you
want to go.  Not this box."  Purrmana's eyes darted over to the voice.  There
was a yellow eyed wolf looking right at her.  A deep frown was on his face as
he looked.  The lines on his face seemed to be stuck that way too.   Maybe he
was always frowning. 

  The wolf looked mean and acted mean as well.  Its fur was rather moth eaten
and shaggy.  The hotel uniform didn't do anything for him at all.  There was
something strange about his tail though.  Purrmana eyed it for a little while
before she could see what it was.  The wolf had two tails!

  A hesitant note entered Purmana's voice at the sight of the wolf.  "I would
like to go to the hundredth floor."

  Barking once, a rather mean sound that was its equivalent to a laugh, the
wolf shook his head.  "This box only goes up to floor twenty five.  From zero
to twenty five.  Day in, day out."  There was a wild sparkle in his eye.

  Backing away a little Purrmana nodded.  That sparkle in his eye just didn't
sit quietly with her.  "I would like to go to floor twenty five.  Please?"

  "Floor twenty five here we come."  The wolf stabbed at the button in the
elevator with one bent finger.  Purrmana felt the elevator move upwards
through her feet.  Finally the door swished open again and she stepped out
into the new hallway.

  "Thank you again sir.  For bringing me this far."  She grinned at the wolf. 
He only frowned all the harder.

  "Don't ever settle for something that you don't want to do.  It's
miserable!"  The doors swished shut on that last word and he was gone.

  Strangely, the doors of the elevator at this level were varnished wood and
not the silver metal of the hotel lobby.  Purmmana looked at them with her head
cocked to the side.   The last words of the wolf still ringing in her head. 
She added it to what she had already learned and turned to look down the hall.

  It was not well lighted to left or to right though at one far end she could
see a glowing exit sign.  She turned and started to walk to it in the hopes of
finding a way up the next seventy five floors.

  "Polly wanna cracker!"
 
  Purrmana stopped and looked around herself and over her shoulder but didn't
see anything.  She didn't see anything or where the voice had come from.
  
  "Make em walk the plank!
 
  Again she looked around herself, where had such a funny voice come from. 
What it said didn't make any sense.  As it seemed to be coming from ahead of
sure she started to walk slowly forward, eyes peeled for some kind of monster
that might be hiding in the softly light hallway.
 
  "Polly wanna cannon with iron core! Polly wanna new yard arn!"

  Curiosity got the better of her.  She just had to find out what was making
all those funny sounds.  She took off running down the hallway, her feet
making soft thumps on the carpeted floor.  She was so intent on finding the
voice that she almost tripped over a little speckled person a moment latter.

  At least her mind said it was a person when she saw them.  Their hide was a
soft set of speckles so that it almost disappeared in the carpet.  The most
amazing thing about them was that they were only six inches high!  "Oh! Pardon
me sir.  I was looking for Polly and didn't see you."

  The little speckled person laughed with a little squeak and points strait up
over themselves.  Purrman looked up above her to meet one big yellow eye
staring down at here from the ceiling.  There was a bright green parrot
sitting on a small beam right overhear.  "Oh my!"

  With feathers fluffed out to make itself look bigger the green feather
abberation cocked its head to one side.  "Polloy wanna walk the plank."

  Laughing, Purrmana looked down at the speckled person.  "Is that silly
creature yours by any chance?"

  "Aye ye land lubber.  That be mine parrot and thee better keep dat in mind. 
Mayhap thee hath heard of me?  I be a dread pirate of olde!"

  "A dread pirate!" Purrmana clapped her paws together in excitement.  "Wow! I
have never meet a dread pirate before!  How wonderful!  Do you have a big
pirate ship with a bloodthirsty crew and everything?  Like Captain Hook?"   

  "Well," the little speckled person looked unsure. "Well ye might be saying
that I be working on dat one dare mate.  Twill see soon enow about mine ship. 
Ye look like a hearty gal.  Perchance thee wouldth join mine ship on the high
seas?  Arr, their be much booty to be found."

  After thinking about it for a moment Purrmana shook her head.  She didn't
think that she wanted to be a dread pirate.  "No.  I don't think that I want
to be a dread pirate sir.  Right now I be in search for the wizard of the
radio tower.  Do you know where that might be?"

  "Fie.  Thy can only hope that thine crew will come to thee.  Arr.  I do know
the way to the Wizards tower mine young barnical.  Indeed I do.  Tiss two
leagues above us on top of this earr land lubbers buildin.  Ye can get there by
the glass watch towers.  They doth move I tell thee!  Nay, I doth not think
they go all the way to the tower but they shall take thee almost there."

  "Polly wanna a bottle of rum!"

  "Polly doth not want arr bottle of rum!"  The little person stamped the
floor with a little foot.  "Shiver mine timbers!  Come down here yeerrr
feathered shark!"

  "Oh... thank you very much dread pirate."  Purrmana bowed to the little six 
inch high person.  "You have been most helpful."

  "Grammarcy mine young barnical.  If thee ever change yerr mind about be'en a
pirate thee hath only to get ahold of me.  Thy wouldth be welcome on mine ship
anytime to seek adventures with me.  Aye.  Tiss the only way to live."

  A laugh in her voice and her heart lifted by the words Purrmana waved her
fairwell.  "I will remember!"  She turned and left the little person behind
her as they argued with their parrot.  She knew she didn't want to be a dread
pirate so left with excitement in her heart.  The glass elevators were only
just down the hallway.

  The elevator was a fantastic sight as Purrmana skipped up to it.  It was all
glass to the outside you she could see everything for miles outside.  Her feet
hardly touched the floor as she dashed into the elevator to look out.  She
gazed outside in rapture tell someone coughed.

  A female otter was standing over by the controls and was looking at the
little skunk.  "Hello there!  What floor do you want?  I am heading to one
hundred myself."

  "I want to go to the hundredth floor!"

  The female otter grinned.  "That is an awfully long way up little waverider. 
Are you sure that you want to go that high?"

  "Oh yes!" said Purrmana happily.  "I am keeping my eyes right on the path
that I am following.  It is the best way to get where you are going and I am
going to see the wizard of the Radio Tower."

  With a mod the female otter hit the button for the hundredth floor and the
doors closed.  A moment later it started on its way upwards.  "Well! Isn't
that keen?  I am going to see him as well!  I wanted to pick up a love potion
for someone."

  "You do? Why?"  Purrmana's eyes got really wide.  A love potion was
important stuff.

  A sigh escaped the female otter and she reached out to steady herself on the
elevator wall.  "Oh, it is for a this nice otter fellow that I know."  There
was a dreamy expression on her face.  "Such a dear dear fellow."

  "Mushy Stuff."  Purrmana made a face at the thought of it.
 
  The female otter laughed with a chirp at the edge of her voice.  "Yes. 
Mussy stuff indeed."  She turned to look out of the glass window and at the
landscape spreading out before her.  "You will understand when you grow up my
little skunk.  You will understand."

  "Why the love thing though?"
 
  "Oh.  That is so very simple.  I was hoping to slip it into the drink of the
dear fellow I was telling you about.  He is just so hyper!"  
 
  Purrmana made another face.  "More lovystuff... ick!"
 
  The otter looked at the little skunk with a thoughtful expression on her
face.  "Maybe you are right little waverider."
  
  Clapping her paws together the little skunk looked up as the elevator dinged
that it had arrived at the hundredth floor.  "Seems to me that you should just
take your fellow the way he is."  She hopped off of the elevator and looked
behind her at the otter.  "You coming?"  

  The otter was looking out at the landscape below.  "You go on little
waverider.  I need to think."
   
  "Ok miss!"  She turned around and headed down the hallway when the otter
called out after her.

  "You remember now little waverider!  You should always look for the best
fish!"  The doors closed on that sound advice and left Purrmana alone again.

  Fish, she though.  How strange.   A moment later she could understand.  The
otter wanted her to find only the best.

  The hallway before her was very short and at the far end there were a set
of very high doors leading to the wizards radio tower.  She held her head
high and kept her eyes on that door as she slowly walked to it.  She knew
exactly what she wanted and set for to find the best one she could.

  Towering far over her head the door to the Wizards tower was very
intimidating.  She hesitated before the door before grabbing the knocker and
rapping it against the door a few times.  A few moments later there was a
hideous squeal as the doors slowly open inwards and a deep booming voice came
from the gloom within.  "Enter my realm and beware!"

  It was all she could do to put one foot in front of the other and slip past
the huge doors into the darkened room beyond.  "Hello Mr. Wizard.  I have come
to speak with you."

  On the far wall an image of a ghostly and indistinct head looked down trough
smoke that rose from the floor.  Thunder sounded as the doors behind her
slowly shut with a deep and permanent sounding thunk.  "Speak with me? Me! The
Grate and fantastic Wizard of the Radio Tower?  Floppytail the Magnificent? 
Grand high keeper of the Glug?"  Again thunder filler the air to an almost
deafening amount.

  Purrmana ran over to a far wall with her little heart racing in her chest. 
This was one of the most scary things in her whole life.  "Yes yes! I need to
ask you for a neverending bottle of Cutinol.  I need to fix what I have done
for it was my fault."

  With some interest she perked her little ears and listened again.  She had
very keen little ears and an odd thing kept happening.  Every time she heard
the wizards booming voice she heard someone say exactly the same words a
moment before the booming voice sounded.

  "Cutinol? You mean for those foozals? How dare you! Never! Never will I give 
them another bottle of that stuff! I would never be able to live it down!"

  Finally she peeked around a curtain and found where the other voice was
coming from.  Behind the curtain there was a wild furred otter standing before
a panel of leavers and switches.  He would lean forward and talk into a small
tube sticking out of the middle of the panel and the booming voice would send
thunder into the room outside.  "Ummmm.  sir."  She addressed the otter.  "I
really do need the Cutinol."

  The otter turned around with a startled epp and looked at Purrmana with
surprise.  "Your not supposed to be back here!"  
 
  He turned back to the tube and spook into it.  "Back away from there!  Ignore
the otter! They mean nothing!"  The booming voice on the other side of the
curtain mimicked the otter.

  Purrmana giggles and held a paw over her muzzle trying to hold the giggles
in.  "Your silly Mr Floppytail."  She skipped over to the panel and leaned up
on her tippy toes to talk into the tube herself.  "Hello out there!"

  "HELLO OUT THERE!" said the booming voice.

  The otter pulled the girl away from the equipment.  "Hey... be careful. That 
is very sensitive equipment. Not for people to play with."  He sighed and
shook his head.  The flipped a switch and all the lights from the panel faded.

  "I will not play with it Mr. Floppytail."  Purrmana looked at the otter
closely.  Their fur was kind of matted to their side as if they slept on it.

  With a grin on the otter's face he brightened up and looked at the little
skunk.  "Good.  Now tell me.  Why do you need Cutinol?  It is such a strange
request coming from someone like you!  Your already very cute."

  Ears blushing, Purrmana told the wizard her story.  From the time she found
out that she was at fault to all the people that she meet on the way to his
tower.  "So you see.  I really do need to get a bottle of Cutinol or be cursed
forever and ever!"

  There was a mischievous gleam in the otters eyes as he grinned form ear to
ear.  He rubbed his chin and looked at a rake full of strange little bottles. 
"I think that I have something even better for you Purrmana."  Finally he
scampered over to it and came back with one small brown bottle.  "Here it is. 
What is in here will bring out what is really in ones heart."

  Purrmana grinned in relief and took the bottle between her paws carefully. 
So as not to drop it.  "Thank you Mr. Floppytail.  Thank you very much.  I am
sure everyone will be happy now!"

  The otter grinned, his eyes still dancing strangely.  "More or less
Purrmana.  You have a good journey back."

  The vile, held firmly against her chest, felt cool to the touch.  She
thanked the wizard once more before leaving.  He touched her on the shoulder
and laughs.  "There are many kinds of people in the world Purrmana.  I think
that you will learn a lot about that today."

  Going back to the room that the foozals called their own was far easier then
finding the wizards down.  She made it there in almost no time at all.  When
she got there she rushed into the room room with the vial.  Her heart was
filled with happiness that she wouldn't be cursed forever and ever.  "I got
it!  I got the bottle that you asked for!"

  Peter leaped up from where he had been sitting.  Feeling sorry for himself
for lack of having Cutinol.  "Yes!  Give it to us now!"  
 
  Glen pushed Peter back. "Wait. What if it is a trick?"

  All the other foozals eyed Purrmana after this statement.  One of the
smarter foozals piped up.  "I know what to do.  Have her try some first!  That
will tell us if it is a trick."
  
  "Yes yes"! All the foozals chanted together. None of them were able to make
themselves trust anything  that wasn't foozal.

  "You drink some of it first girl skunk."
 
  So Purrmana did... she took a sip of the liquid.  It was much like water.  
Not having a taste at all.  Soon her fur glimmered and brightened as what was 
inside of her showed throw with a soft and brilliant glow.  It would warm the
heart of anyone that happened to look.

  A foozal grabbed the bottle from Purrmana and took a gulp... a minute later 
they had all done so.  Then looked at each other waiting for the cuteness to 
return.  Only it didn't.  What was in their hearts showed through in them.  
Dark and angary. Selfish and ego filled.

  Purrmana looked on with amazement as all the cute little creatures turned 
ugly.  "What.... what happened?"

  A webbed paw settled down on her shoulder.  "Shush... lets get going.  It 
will take them some time to realize what happened."  Purrmana looked up to see
the otter wizard behind her.  He pulled her back from the room and walked away
with her.  Barely holding back peals of laughter.
   
  "What did happen?"

  The wizard chuckled softly.  "The potion makes what is within you show 
through to the outside."

  Looking at the foozals as she and the wizard walked away she remembered what
she had learned today.  Following her path and keeping her eyes on the goal. 
Holding ones head high and proud.  About finding what it is that you wanted to
do and then doing it.  Seeking out the adventure in life while you do so. 
Last of all about finding the best and seeing people for what they really are.