Pickled Gnomish Delights

As I was outside smoking a cigarette just now a Chinese ferret, which we here call huang shu lang, fell dead beside me landing in a sad fetal position. How strange! I think perhaps, by the logic of synchronicity, that this implies the pest of my inner turmoil has been expelled from the upper reaches of my being, doubtless caused by my current reading of the most enlightening text of Adam Smith. What else could possibly explain such an occurance!