affame_le_geant_goodbye_______ fyn gula with his ralph lauren saddlebags packed so full he couldn't even zipper them all the way, for you see, he forgot the most important things...the ascance del mundo, the puppertwinkle card game, and of course, tripod the siamese-hater. (he had to pack her because the way she loped on three legs it would take them forever to get where they needed to go) he waddled up to saumboo to say goodbye. "por favor deme su bendicion y promes a de rezos continuos," he said, asking for his blessing and promise of continuous prayers. tears formed in his protuberant eyes. "puede el gran reloj del perro de la madre encima que usted, pude ella le dirige alssistance necesitamos conseguirnos donde pertenecemos." saumboo said. he wished he could reach forth his hand, but only a phantom limb extended and it ran itself along puppertwinkle's backside, the length of his eager body, tense and ready to go. he asked the great mother dog to watch over him and guide him to the assistance needed to get them where they belonged. puppertwinkle loved saumboo and he knew he always would. apart from boffden's plan, it was for this reason he was going. he hated to see saumboo in such dire straits. to him, saumboo was a god whom life had tricked somehow; something in him was not tough enough to withstand the shock of intervention. for him were meant those terrible words of louis-phillipe, "and a night comes when all is over, when so many jaws have closed upon us that we no longer have the strength to stand, and our meat hangs upon our bodies, as though it had been masticated by every mouth." "goodbye," puppertwinkle said, and he crawled up saumboo's stone body to where he reached his face of flesh to where he placed a parting lick. "goodbye." saumboo said. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ fin. end of part three. 021116 what's it to you? who go blather from