affame_le_geant_draining_water fyn gula oh the things we contemplate when we think we are about to die... "it is the little things i will miss the most," feignez thought, barely able to breathe in the sheer, trapped misery of the zombie-like, iron-fisted grip of frau werzenwozen. "the hint of orange before sunrise, the nutty taste of grubs in the crook of a dead branch, splashing in the moss-lined birdbath." however, when feignez found herself still alive in the wake of her violent capture, she decided to fight for her life, the best way she knew how. her attempts were relentlessy detailed but with a gusto that goes way beyond what is generally construed as impropriety. first, she attempted to define frau werzenwozen's actions as mad. "she's lost her bloody mind!" feignez said, finding it difficult to speak with her throat nearly squuzed off at the voice box. her words were weak facsimiles of their former selves, weakened considerably by fear, anxiety, and the desperation of clinging to an existence that, like water in a claw foot bathtub, with the rubber plug pulled, was slowly draining away. "someone stop this crazy woman before she kills me!" unaware that frau werzenwozen had issued another murderous threat in her absence, feignez tried to seduce them with her confident disguise, but saumboo, whom puppertwinkle had earlier guided alongside the comatose german lady, simply pulled off the shoddy mask. "your true nature has been revealed," saumboo said. the little dog had disclosed the facts that nailed the lid on feignez's coffin. frau werzenwozen's previos utterance which saumboo did not hear, where feignez had lied, saying she was hungry and requesting food, was the same statement recently procalimed; "kill the deceiver." saumboo was infuriated, totally fucking pissed for being made a fool, for even allowing himself to trust feignez for one moment. he was sick of her deception. "don't you realize waht a mistake this is saumboo?" feignez choked, and it was not an act, for frau werzenwozen was squeezing her tighter. she attempted the second plan to save her life: the necessity of her presence. "if she kills me, you will all perish. she will never wake up unless she receives medical assistance. without me, there is no one to lead you to help!" before saumboo could express his disgust, a horrible thing happened. releasing her grip on the body of the woodpecker, frau werzenwozen, still entranced, took the fingers of her other hand and grasped the right wing of feignez and pulled with increasing intensity, threatening to yank it off. as the bird grimaced and then shrieked with pain, frau werzenwozen's eyes behind her black, rectangular kenneth cole glasses flashed, deep furrowed lines appeared on her broad christina ricci forehead, lips snarled with anger and she shouted in german at the very top of her lungs... "SHE WILL LEAD YOU TO PROINA,THE LITTLE DRAMA QUEEN!" 020718 what's it to you? who go blather from