affame_le_geant_answer_one fyn gula in the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, saumboo's primal scream echoed across the wilderness of the bianca strada until the silence swallowed it like the acceptance of death. puppertwinkle knew what saumboo had seen and completely understood the severity of his agony. the little dog yanked the mahogany scope away from him and threw it back into the box as if it was a poisonous snake that had just bit him. "lo miraremos otra hora," puppertwinkle said, telling saumboo they would look at it another time. he gazed at saumboo. in his face desperation had settled like killing frost on the vulnerable petals of early may apple blossoms. an expression of dissolution like a dilapidated old house from which all the furniture had been removed and it awaited now its final demolition. it was then that saumboo remembered question one from the lid of the box... "where do we go from here?" the mahogany scope had shown him his destiny. puppertwinkle had no choice but to notice the trembling of his own heart, yet fight it he did, because he knew if saumboo was to go on and meet his fate, it would only happen if he played his own part in helping him completely give of himself to dennis browne. (here's an important question. does anyone remember where puppertwinkle comes from?) and he knew what the next step was. he would have to find out the answer to question two. what it is they left behind for it was vital to boffden's original plan. "abrire el segundo present," puppertwinkle said, telling saumboo he was going to open the second gift. however, saumboo barely heard him for he had begun to sob with suffocating violence. he felt lonliness more than he had ever known. his tears oozed out of him like perspiration. "no god hearkens to my helpless cry," he moaned, quoting electra. he longed for a father to tell him he was a good son, that his life was a success, but there was no one, only a dog. 020924 what's it to you? who go blather from