Oh my goodness! The spam is coming!

One day Chicken Little was surfing on the world wide web when -- You've got mail. -- popped out of her speakers.

"Oh my goodness!" said Chicken Little. "The spam is coming! I must go and tell the moderator."

On her way to the moderator's palace, Chicken Little met Henny Penny. Henny Penny said that she was going into the net to hunt for information on worms.

"Oh no, don't go!" said Chicken Little. "I was there and the speakers said there was spam! Come with me to tell the moderator."

So Henny Penny joined Chicken Little and they went along and went along as fast as they could.

Soon they met Cocky Locky, who said, "I'm going to the web to find a seller of seeds."

"Oh no, don't go!" said Henny Penny. "The spam is coming there! Come with us to tell the moderator."

So Cocky Locky joined Henny Penny and Chicken Little, and they went along and went along as fast as they could.

Soon they met Goosey Poosey, who was planning to go to the internet to look for a local farmers market to go buy berries.

"Oh no, don't go!" said Cocky Locky. "The spam is coming there! Come with us to tell the moderator."

So Goosey Poosey joined Cocky Locky, Henny Penny and Chicken Little, and they went along as fast as they could.

Then who should appear on the path but sly old Foxy Woxy. "Where are you going, my fine feathered friends?" asked Foxy Woxy. He spoke in a polite manner, so as not to frighten them.

"The spam is coming!" cried Chicken Little. "We must tell the moderator."

"I know a safer way to surf," said Foxy Woxy sweetly. "Come and follow me. I'll show you how to hide the member list on your groups."

But wicked Foxy Woxy did not lead the others to a safer place. He led them right up to the entrance of his foxhole of false hopes. Once they were inside, Foxy Woxy was planning to keep them in fear of the net outside of his forum!

Just as Chicken Little and the others were about to go into the fox's hole, they heard a strange sound and stopped. It was the ISP's hunting dogs, growling and howling.

How Foxy Woxy ran, across the meadows and through the forests, with the hounds close behind. He ran until he was far, far away and never dared to come back again.

After that day, Chicken Little always used her spam filter when she was connected to the net. The spam filter was a service of the ISP. And if -- You've got mail. -- popped out of her speakers, Chicken Little didn't mind a bit. In fact, she didn't notice it at all.

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Do you belong to a forum on the web? Has there been a discussion about the member list being hidden? If not one day soon there will be!