THE OYSTER MAFIA mutated into many and sundry forms. There is Lil Oyster Annie with her vacant eyes taking the world in.  There are the Oyster Aliens from deep space who come here to breed with earth woman and cats...there is Fred Oystaire, the consummate dancer and the richest oyster in the world, Oyster Rockefeller. In the seedy country bars around Mussel Shoals you can catch the warbling Mini Pearl and her band.  Rumor has it she never married Gregg Allman. And then there is the OYSTER MAFIA GANG who used to hang out on street lamps and dream of having hands so they could strong arm somebody. The story of the Old West just wouldn’t be complete without The Abalone Ranger and his Indian Ocean counterpart, Pronto.    When asked by a nosy media hack how they felt about being a lower life form, it was pointed out in no uncertain terms that nary an oyster has ever been, nor will ever be a politician, a lawyer or a television talk show host. They are not the least bit religious but they do get together every Oyster Sunday to sing sea shanties, roll with the tide and cast disparaging remarks towards their cousins, the Sea Urchins.