affame_le_geant_after_the_crash fyn gula when the strain of the wooden cart's weight became too great and the hemp ropes attached to the bodies of the birds of the portuguese snapped, puppertwinkle, who was sitting in the driver's seat, screamed. the sound was a metallic squeak, a dog as machine breaking down, uttering the final gasp of functional operation before the engine locks. he was thrown from the cart and fortunately hit a stand of japanese bloodgrass where his fall was cushioned considerably. however, he stil rolled several times before he came to rest at the base of a grouping of pleurisy. several butterflies had been silently sipping nectar from the bright orange flowers, but they scattered at the unexpected sound of the crash, murmuring, "what the fuck?" to themselves and each other as they sought peace amongst the sudden chaos. when puppertwinkle regained his senses and recovered from his initial shock enough to realize he was uninjured, he thanked the great mother-dog god that he was alive. he first discovered that the birds of the rescue squad were gone. only the severed strands of their broken hemp ropes remained tied to what was left of the wooden cart. he then thought of saumboo, frau werzenwozen, and feignez, hoping they shared the same fate as he. and so he shook the dust from his fur and proceeded to look for them amidst the wildflowers. he called out in a voice full of trembling and his utterances were more like prayers one recites to regain life like it used to be, even though it seems it will never be the same. because horror on earth is real and happens everyday. life is like a flower picked and placed in a vase. the beauty and the tragedy occur simultaneously. as the pulchritude fills the senses, the essence is slowly escaping, dying, petal by petal. his throat was soon raw from yelling. it turned out that fortune was a friend to this wayward group of travelers. the worried little dog found frau werzenwozen first. asleep on her futon when the ropes snapped and the cart struck the rock, she was catapulted on to a bed of moss where she lay uninterrupted from her dreamstate. saumboo was found much further down the embankment as the weight of his stone body yielded to gravity. there was only a small cut on his cheek which puppertwinkle licked. "i rolled right over the top of feignez's glass jar," saumboo said, more so to himself because he neglected to speak spanish for the chihuahua's sake. "but she was already gone. the lid must have came off in the crash." puppertwinkle looked around. he called her name with his hoarse voice. she was nowhere to be found. 020902 what's it to you? who go blather from