affame_le_geant_a_future_glimpse fyn gula a voiceover narrartion, (no, it wasn't wynona ryder) commenced within the film trailer of saumboo's future as the image of the young man on the bicycle faded. "la patience est la chose la plus importente que nous avons," spoke a fatherly voice. saumboo translated it to puppertwinkle. "patience is the most important thing." a new image faded in silmultaneously. it was the young man again and he seemed to arrive at his destination for he was dismounting from his old, rusty, bike. he propped it up against a weathered, wooden fence for it had no kickstand. virginia creeper curled around the rounded pickets and its leaves showed the first hints of fall color. "nous devons liberer les fils embrouilles un par un sans espoir perdant," the frenchman continued, and saumboo relayed the english to the little dog. "we have to free the tangled threads one at a time without losing hope." the young man stepped upon a flagstone landing and pulled open the gate that led to a formal english garden. its perennial beds were cut-out in a semi-circular design to accomodate the central specimen planting. "n'importe comment desespere son etat peut sembler etre il est lie pour costatler qu'on lache filetent tut ou tard," his voice held the cadence of rainfall at night. "no matter how hopeless a condition may appear to be we are bound to find that one loose thread. sooner or later." puppertwinkle wagged his tail. without becoming aware of it, saumboo had become a huge presence inside him. the young man shut the gate. above him the clouds were white and narrow as bones. he turned around and saw it as it was. no pretense. but the trailer did not reveal what he was looking at. (what is 'it'? you do know what saumboo is becoming, don't you?) "si vous etes dan la novircer de lancement, tout que vous pouvez faire do it se reposer fortement. jus qu'a ce que vous js q'a que vos yeux obtiennent utilis es a fobscurite." saumboo explained the last part to puppertwinkle. "if you are in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark." saumboo inhaled. he could even smell fresh dug earth. all life started from seeds buried deep in the black soil. suddenly saumboo screamed and the horriffic sound of it was great enough to knock down all the forests of the world, but it was as if the noise went directly to puppertwinkle like an evil spirit possessing him. saumboo had just seen a glimpse of his future and it was not good. 020923 what's it to you? who go blather from