affame_le_geant_boffden_and_gryff fyn gula everything that was said that spring night in the quaint oakboard room of the madagascar wild cherry inn, all the discourse amongst the three gnomes and subsequent visitors you shall soon meet, each theory concerning the reasons why saumboo fell, where he ended up, and the delicate, intricate, multi-faceted, and controversial plan of bringing him to robin hill and merging worlds with dennis browne is the stuff of legend, the source of textbooks, the dreams of men awakened by roosters. outside the inn, under the fragrant canopy of lilac and carlesi viburnum, tomcats prowled the dew-laced, pearly grass, their fur dampened by more than lust. a quarter moon's searching light caught their narrowed eyes as they turned from the automobile tires they were spraying with urine to the sound of abrupt banging coming from the inside. the gnomes were sagacious, yet cantankerous as well, and extremely dogmatic. as the tippend'ale flowed and the plates of prakencake licked clean of crumbs, fists were pounded on mosaic tabletops to accentuate certain important points of relevancy. knee high boots of deerhide kicked the worn floorboards in arguement. woolen, cone-shaped hats were flung against the stucco walls, knocking down fotos of anthropologie models in bohemian innocence. boffden acorncyup, the gnome who first appeared to saumboo as he was finally making his way to king mal to tell him the 911 call went through and the same gnome who was in possession of his trendy kenneth cole black-rimmed emo-kid glasses, this very gnome was holding a stubby finger in the air and waving it threateningly. "no one could have guessed that saumboo would have been able to understand shezish (the topaz-winged butterfly language language) let alone be confused about the meaning of following heart or soul," he said spitting. "we will find him and when we do he will be appropriately prepared for this monumental meeting with dennis browne." "is the first step complete yet?" the second gnome asked. his name was gryff maplehelikoptersead and he was near wasted from the tippend'ale. yet, for gnomes inebriation equaled clarity. he was referring to the loss of saumboo's glasses and the ensuing loss of sight that went with it. "well," boffden said, sitting down. "we can only hope that he goes completely blind soon. it is absolutely necessary for the rest of the preparation to follow." 020419 what's it to you? who go blather from