affame_le_geant_go_right_young_man fyn gula feignez, having waved goodbye to the messenger dove, flew back to the wooden cart, feeling better, yet she couldn't help but wish that it was her who was flying off. she was still scared to the core of her featherlight bones about frau werzenwozen's sleepstate murderous threats, wondering every second if she would blurt it out again, as if it was a ticking time bomb ready to blow up her life. as she came to rest on the slats behind saumboo, she was hesitant to speak first, even wondering then if the german lady had uttered something in her short absence. saumboo and puppertwinkle met her with a sort of obstinance, cold shoulders. they were not convinced entirely that her desire to help was altruistic. if trust was air they breathed, strap on the oxygen mask now. feignez's mind, evil in its hidden agenda, clicked like a cuckoo clock hanging on the stucco wall of a farmhouse in rural pennsylvania. and finally, when the hour arrived and the bird emerged it was a woodpecker and she broke the uncomfortable stillness with a crock of bullshit, for her maleficent intention was to drive them forward to the lair of proina. "i am very concerned with the health of frau werzenwozen," feignez said, unable to look saumboo in the eye, and of course puppertwinkle made a mental note of it. "i think we should get her help immediately. her utterance about desiring to eat is a subconcious cry for medical assistance. don't you think?" saumboo ignored the question because it reeked of pretense, just like everything that proceeded out of her mouth. instead, he turned his back to her and began pulling the cart with momentum until he was actually running. puppertwinkle, alarmed and excited at the same time, jumped up into the driver's seat and barked out directional impetus suggestions in spanish. and so the wooden cart bounced along the bianca strada and where it was headed only the crafty woodpecker knew. feignez braced herself and cautiously peered at frau werzenwozen, who for the present appeared to be reticent. as they approached a fork in the road, puppertwinkle shouted "right!" amazing himself that he remembered the english word. although he did notice feignez's wing stretched in that direction. there was a sign obscured by the growth of a wild cheery tree. a white board attached to a white post that appeared to be painted by a child. it was an image of a hideous looking creature with an arrow underneath pointing right and one word in red, running as if it was spilled blood. the word? do i need to tell you? PROINA 020704 what's it to you? who go blather from