affame_le_geant_colina_del_robin fyn gula "gracias, senor," puppertwinkle said. "yo estan apesadumbrado par mis emociones." the little dog stopped shaking. saumboo was right he thought. he was way too crazy with his emotions and he was thankful to him for allowing him to speak his native tongue. he was never comfortable with english. it made him anxious and he was embarrassed with his accent, realizing everytime he opened his mouth he sounded like a cartoon character. "boffden le hablaron?" saumboo asked, still holding puppertwinkle on his lap. he petted his back slowly and could sense his relaxation through his fingers. he was curious to know if boffden had spoken to him about any plans. "si, senor," puppertwinkle said, closing his eyes with the sensation of comfort. "el hablo de un plan que impicaba le y su servicio en este mundo." he told saumboo that boffden had spoken of a plan that would involve him with the use of his service in another world, the one he found himself in presently. "donde estoy?" saumboo asked. when he was with the topaz-winged butterflies his goal was to reach rynomari and he wondered if he had followed his heart and not his soul like they had urged him to do. we ask ourselves where we are many times, especially when our presence is required elsewhere. saumboo set puppertwinkle down on the hay. "rynomari, senor." he answered, licking saumboo's hand once. "colina del robin a ser exacta." "robin hill," saumboo said to himself. "i have heard of this place as a boy in sudan. we used to study it in mondovida class, all the clandestine citizenry." puppertwinkle's ears raised for he was having difficulty understanding all the english words, yet looking at saumboo's face he saw a look of contentment, as if blindness was the prerequisite of this visitation he could now accept it. then saumboo smiled for the first time, all his bright white teeth showing. puppertwinkle barked like a cheer. 020428 what's it to you? who go blather from