affame_le_geant_the_woodpecker fyn gula puppertwinkle stepped delicately in between the torn feathers and splayed wings of the dead-bird carcasses until he located the woodpecker. there was dried blood on her black and white chest but it didn't seem to flow from a wound. it must have come from another bird. "no demasiado malo!" puppertwinkle yelled to saumboo in response to his question regarding the status of the woodpecker. he felt she wasn't hurt badly, if at all. perhaps she was dehydrated. "puede hablar?" saumboo asked, wondering if it could speak. he tried taking off the harness so he could attempt communication with the woodpecker. he wanted to find out where the fall of birds originated, why they fell, how it was done, and what she knew of the future. most birds speak a language known as "prytrea" or some variant idiom thereof. it is usually a complicated series of connecting vocalizations and in the woodpecker's case, knocks on dead wood. but some, especially those chosen to serve humans in leadership capacities learn to speak at least english, although a select few can speak french, german, spanish, and italian. pupertwinkle called out to her not knowing if she could comprehend his message. it just so happened that she was proina's winged commander of aerial affairs. she understood the little dog completely and responded back to him in english. "save my life and i will save yours," she said, and she feebly stretched out her wing for assistance. 020620 ... girl_jane extends her own tiny wing... Do with it as you please. 020915 ... rabbit rivers where she is and where she will be...perhaps it has something to do with the box left at the door? 020916 what's it to you? who go blather from