affame_le_geant_acceptance fyn gula a thin smile spread across frau werzenwozen's face as she read saumboo's second attempt on the chalkboard. she slowly nodded her head with approval and rubbed her hands together. puppertwinkle's ears went straight up, two flags stiff in a strong breeze proclaiming his happiness at her acceptance. when he finished, she surprised saumboo with a genuine, but reserved hug like the aunt one sees only once a year at holiday and must display a quick sign of distant family affection. puppertwinkle, still in saumboo's arms, couldn't help himself, he even gave her a lick. (although later he said her cheek felt like sandpaper and tasted like cardboard) saumboo chuckled with relief and the little dog licked him as well. there's nothing as sweet as a contented chihuahua. "vis ist cause for great celebration!" frau werzenwozen yelled, holding both of saumboo's shoulders with a tight grip. she let go and raised her arms up in the air with a sweeping flourish, similar to a symphony orchestra conductor. as she did so, a crescendo of angelic proportions rose from the wooden cart. it was the chorus of human flowers emitting a heavenly cadence of such beauty that both saumboo and puppertwinkle were filled with goosebumps. 020509 ... fyn_gula acceptance is not a choice we make, it is as necessary as blood and breath. 021216 what's it to you? who go blather from