affame_le_geant_falling_on_stones fyn gula "mice chew books, making their beds from soft piles of words," saumboo said, finding a nest of five, pink, eraser-like babies in an over-wintering terracotta flower pot as he made his way to the orchard. there was beauty anywhere, everywhere, anytime, and saumboo was the one to find it. he stopped only momentarily to delight in this silent treasure, marveling at the pages the mother mouse happened to select for bedding. words like "ting-a=ling," "mumbletypeg," and "cinderella" somehow ripped from the contents of a children's book written many years ago. saumboo, who had the tendancy to become so absorbed in the distracted moment that he often tumbled head-over-heels away from original intention, heard his name called from the orchard. the tone was frustrated anger. it was like a bucket of ice water on the head unawares. "fuck!" saumboo said, cursing himself for his inadvertant aloofness. "the king needs me!" he tore himself away from the mouse nest and resumed his trip to the orchard. unfortunately, his foot hit a slick section of slippery moss on the stonework of the courtyard of the resting angel and he fell headlong, scraping his arms wicked. his glasses went bouncing off in an opposite direction. wincing with the sharp pain, he quickly stood to his feet and cautiously examined his injuries. "ouch," he mumbled, tenderly touching the nasty brushburns along the back of his right arm. there were tears in his serving coat and a hole in the knee of his dolce and gabanna striped pants. he scanned the ground, looking desperately for his glasses. he found them, but not exactly as he thought he would. yes, they were there, but someone was wearing them. it was a gnome of sorts, from rynomari and he held up a magic wand in his stubby, calloused fingers. first of all, saumboo thought he looked very peculiar in the glasses, especially with a red pointed hat made of wool, the sparkling blue eyes behind the frame, and the wisened, thick white beard. he stood all of three feet tall. appearances of gnomes were rare and usually meant one thing. exchange... saumboo realized he would not get his glasses back unless he performed some type of service. and what it would be is your guess as much as mine. "please, sir," saumboo urged the gnome, although he knew it was an excercise in futility. "i need my glasses to see and my presence is needed in the orchard immediately." although, he wasn't too worried about tardiness for the reason gnomes carried magic wands was for stopping time. "here we go," saumboo said as the gnome raised it above his head and spoke for the first time. "look within the tired day to the place no one can see, there is a world where even the blind captives run free..." his voice was somewhere between mickey rooney and bubby ebsen. and with that small speech a tiny noise erupted as if a kazoo was being blown by an old woman. then, an explosion of glittery, sugary stars rained down on saumboo which swallowed him up in a cloud of unexpected wonder. he sensed his present world at the castle as if it was frozen, his name coming again from king mal's lips, appeared as a word stuck fast in the air and it was here he felt his feet lifted off the ground. a moment later he was flying to rynomari. 020414 what's it to you? who go blather from