affame_le_geant_frau_werzenwozen fyn gula puppertwinkle wasn't sure why the strange woman swung the cart around. he thought maybe she wanted him to read the red spray-painted statement, but then she clicked her tongue again, setting the spegnere into motion and turned the cart completely around this time revealing a 3'x3' black slate chalkboard hanging from the locust slats of the cart. puppertwinkle gave saumboo the play by play, although it was clear from the creaking iron wheels what was going on. "i am beezy getting deezy," puppertwinkle said, nervously chuckling. it was then that the cart stopped. the spegnere, tired from the long journey and frumpy from this last bit of activity, sat on his bottom with a frustrated sigh and lazily licked his right paw, unintentionally adding frustration upon his exhaustion because he seemed to forget he was costumed in crow feathers. the strange woman showed an unexpected surge of energy by jumping out of the cart with a flourish and it seemed to be a cue for the spegnere to say something for the strange woman looked at him as if to say, "well?" "may i present to you... frau werzenwozen!" the spegnere said, yawning long and hard. he spoke in an italian accent. he laid down and put his head on his large paws, his feathers crinkling about him. exhuberant cheering that also sounded rehearsed came from within the cart and puppertwinkle strained hard on tiptoe to see if he could make out who it was coming from. upon recognition, he shook his little head with disbelief and wonder for what he discovered were several human flowers. that is to say, they were flowers that stood tall as humans and in the place where petals grew from there were faces instead of pistils and stamens. and this was all that marked them as human, other than the fact they could cheer. perhaps they could speak as well. "wie sie wissen," frau werzenwozen said, with pretentious flair. "sind wir vorbei boffden das gnome um den folgenden schritt der selbstzerstorung aufzudecken gesendet worden, seit der kleine hund nicht in der lagewar ihn zu tun." at this point, she looked at puppertwinkle with disappointment and since he didn't understand german, he spontaneously barked in an effort to chide her. (chihuahuas are so self conscious) "hold on," the spegnere said, slowly rising to his feet and stretching. frau werzenwozen seemed perturbed, as if to say, "how dare he?" but she stopped. "letta me translayta," he went on, ignoring saumboo. "she says that seence thee dog can't tell thee next step of self destruction, she eesa going to do eet herself." he looked at puppertwinkle. "the dog doesn't speaka german. why don't you make it easy on heem and speaka englaysa?" this pissed off frau werzenwozen and she went to kick puppertwinkle to get out the anger she had for the spegnere but he saw her coming and jumped on to saumboo's legs, begging to be lifted. he bent down and cradled him in his arms. puppertwinkle buried himself until only his googly eyes stuck out. "alright, i vill sprechen zee english," she said, frowning and fuming. she removed a small tin box from a pocket in her cloak. she shook it and it sounded to saumboo like it could be candy inside. "vis ist not candy," frau werzenwozen said, opening the lid. she took out a piece of white chalk and extended it towards saumboo. "tell your friend vat i have and lead him vis vay to zee chalkboard." saumboo found it offensive that she acted like not only he couldn't see her but she treated him if he couldn't hear her either. puppertwinkle slithered out of his hiding place and with verbal commands led saumboo over to the cart. "tell him to hold out his hand," she said. he did before puppertwinkle could say anything and she dropped the chalk into his open palm. "show him where zee chalkboard ist," she said. "und ven he finds it, he must write vat he vants more den anyting in zee world." 020507 ... fyn gula and so the dandelion, always one for high adventures in the seven worlds bid adieu to his thespian companions and together with what he called, "the fucking german georgia o'keeffe," set out to form, which would later be known by millions of casanovian bohemians as "la leche," for it was mother's milk, that was the most sincere and original constituents of all elements we were to take in, and what it is that we would give forth, was love. along this journey of vast growth and experience, the dandelion seemed to have his roots in solid ground, but in truth, he drifted with frau werzenwozen like a kite, tethered to reality only by the memory of his original intention. "la leche" consisted of the tulip, who joined after they discovered her singing verdi arias in alder and she sprung at the oppurtunity. the venus fly trap was doing gregorian chants and was chomping at the bit for something new. a pair of black-eyed susans were involved with gangsta rap and said, "yee-ah, baby, hook us up." the dandelion went to work immediately, organizing protocol where frau werzenwozen failed, and this is how he became endearing to her. (although sometimes he wondered if she was capable of loving anyone else besides boffden.) his exhaustive work made her famous in the seven worlds, especially in kemulya and rynomari where she was considered a celebrity. it was during one of the performances at orchard hill that boffden the gnome attended and was not only impressed with the chorus of human flowers but fell in love with frau werzenwozen at first sight. they do say opposites attract. she was six feet tall and he was just over two feet. infatuated with his interior knowledge of the seven worlds and his political saavy, she became intimately involved with him. there was a buzz of worlds colliding(exterior and interior) and if she was going to have a hand in it, she would need help. of course the dandelion was a willing participant. when boffden broke through and crossed the bridge from kemulya to rynomari with ultimate intentions on taking saumboo to robin hill for the ultimate meeting with dennis browne, it was the dandelion who fanagled a sneaky master plan that would reveal puppertwinkle's weakness, making frau werzenwozen the selection. this held the equivalency of peace between israel and palestine. perhaps you can see why the loss of the dandelion was so critical to frau werzen wozen, the selfish bastard. and they say gypsies can't be trusted. oh,we fool you every time. 020606 ... fyn gula if you are confused why this latest part of the story has been attached to an earlier post, it's because i wanted you to read again frau werzenwozen's original intentions. if you speak german, you will have the clearest understanding. tomorrow, the tale proceeds as usual. thank you. 020606 ... fyn_gula how is she? peaceful, with her child growing inside of her. who is the child? 021216 what's it to you? who go blather from