affame_le_geant_children_die fyn gula puppetwinkle was terrified. his xenophobia, having started with the pitiful, irritating cries from the sugar girl's baby as it lay dying in her scooter basket, increased dramatically when she smashed and killed it with her riding helmet. but when she tossed the murdered victim into the woods and approached him, acting oblivious and numb to her crime, casually suggesting he come along with her so she could take him where he wanted to go, puppertwinkle began to tremble out of control. with ears flattened and tail shoved tightly between his legs, he inched backwards away from her confidently lazy advance. chihuahuas are naturally wary of humans, especially strangers, simply because of their inability to be trusted. with his small size, puppertwinkle was vulnerable to attack from nearly everything. the most likely was being picked up by a person with cruel intentions. fight or flight was his only defense. and so, it was both of these he was considering as he retreated, swallowing the saliva of his fear. "what's the matter, little puppy?" the sugar girl asked. there was an eerie compassion in her voice that was revulsive considering it was emanating from a cold blooded killer. but it was so much like the affectionate greetings he received from many girls similar to her when he had once performed with cracka the clown. they saw him do his tricks and melted at his cuteness, reaching down, picking him up, and caressing him with adoration. it had been so long since he felt this kind of love. maybe she wasn't so bad after all...then he snapped out of the temptuous reverie...oh but it was so hard! "i don't want to be your next victim," puppertwinkle said, pulled back into reality by the acrid scent of the baby's blood still fresh on her hands. he ducked behind the trunk of an oak sapling. "children die everyday," she said, laughing derisively, "and who fucking cares?" two mourning doves were startled by her cackling and flew off into the fog. "we starve our children with cultural deficiency, we choke them with our selfish motivations, we leave them to die with insidious neglect." she picked up a small branch that had fallen and smacked it aginst the side of the tree puppertwinkle was hiding behind. "i was just putting my baby out of her own misery, saving it from the inevitability of its own unfortunate destiny. did i want this baby? um, no." puppertwinkle decided to run. the sugar girl was right behind him, in full chase. 021123 what's it to you? who go blather from