affame_le_geant_all_aboard fyn gula "maybe i'm expecting a little too much from the wounded," the dandelion said, sitting his green-leafed ass down on the black and white checkered bench inside the wooden cart. showing amazing strength, he had carried saumboo into the cart as instructed by frau werzenwozen and stood him up amongst the fifteen other flowers, some in repose, others standing as though they were planted. they all smelled saumboo, in direct reversal to what we usually do with flowers and said his fragrance was spicy, like habanero peppers. it was a compliment and that's why the dandelion checked his alacrity, because instead of addressing the flattery all saumboo could do was cringe with the pain in his leg. it hurt like a demon was sticking a hot poker from the fires of hell into it, but only when he put pressure on it. "sit down saumboo," the dandelion said, wriggling a bit to the right to make room for him. with a daisy's help, saumboo limped a few steps, sat, and breathed heavily. it felt good to have the weight off of it. there was a commotion as the tulip entered the cart with puppertwinkle wrapped up in his flowing arms. easily irritated, he began growling and even managed, through an erratic episode of maniacal biting, to shred tiny holes in the tulip's leaf hands. in response, the tulip intentionally dropped him inside a menacing-looking venus fly trap, but puppertwinkle, thinking quickly, used it like a trampoline and hopped out before the carniverous plant could shut its hungry jaws. puppertwinkle barked with frantic escalation causing frau werzen wozen to drop the reins and clap her hands three times with surprising clatter, a weapon of pictorial emphasis and stern punctuation. all occupants of the cart quieted and faced her wrath. "vee have a long journey ahead of us!" she shouted with an icy glare. "und i vill not tolerate zis spielen-shiza!" you could hear a pin drop. "much better," she said, picking up the reins again. she clicked her tongue, but the spegnere did not respond. it seems in the delay caused by the loading of saumboo and puppertwinkle's riotous disturbance he had inadvertantly fallen asleep. "vake up!" frau werzenwozen yelled, spittle fying in all directions. the spegnere's eyes like shutters painted fast opened with difficulty. he yawned and stretched. "what?" he said, still halfway stuck in a dream where he was burning his crow costume. "let's go!" she said. "vee are all ready!" the spegnere turned around and seeing everyone looking at him, fearful respect for frau werzenwozen fresh on their faces, he raised his eyebrows, chuckled to himself and began pulling the cart onward along the bianca strada towards eyesland. 020514 what's it to you? who go blather from