affame_le_geant_body_from_bone fyn gula as puppertwinkle lost consciousness, several things occurred simultaneously. first of all, tripod's crank ran out and she slumped into immobility, although the internal, digital recording system that operated through her eyes(camera) and mouth (microfone) was fully operational and focused sharply on the little dog's impassibility. and then, a bizarre contraption came riding along the bianca strada making a peculiar track in the freshly fallen snow. one could say it was a bicycle of sorts, but the wheels were not tires as would be taken for granted. instead they were snakes, rolled on end, mouth biting tail. the creature driving it was a madrill upon initial sighting for the blue on the face was a dead give away, but only by observation. once she drove up to the body of puppertwinkle and dismounted, one could see she was the size of a normal human being and was wearing a rather large wool coat for the morning was quite chilly. her breath came out as steam. she leaned the bicycle up against a tree and then bent down to inspect the body of puppertwinkle. the golden seal root poultice had done a miraculous job of healing. the sores were closed and his skin hadnearly returned to normal. she touched him slightly. he was out cold. but, it was obvious this unexpected visitor had an agenda. she was sent and intent on purpose.she worked quickly and deftly like a surgeon. in less than five minutes, using a select tool she had taken from her patagonia shoulder bag, she removed puppertwinkle's flesh from the bone, for the sugar girl's granulation had not only preserved it, but separated it. clean and smooth, the little dog continued to breathe and sleep as a skeleton of himself., while his body, that is, his flesh, blood, and appearance, that which we know as pupperwinkle, was stuffed into the shoulder bag. she also took the alcance del mundo and the saddle bags. how can this be possible? we have many questions in kemulya. whistling, "oh tannenbaum" to herself, she mounted her bicycle with the snake wheels and rode westward along the bianca strada, a silent hiss of snow trailing behind her. 021224 what's it to you? who go blather from