affame_le_geant_inside_the_box fyn gula with the confidence that saumboo had restored within him, puppertwinkle opened the box's lid, yet still possessed a certain measure of caution, like a child turning the crank of the dreaded jack-in-the-box, an eerie rendition of "pop goes the weasel" plinking its tension building tune of madness. of course, nothing happened. even so, the wary chihuahua peered inside with apprehension, expecting a salivating monster to grab him by the throat and choke the little breath of life out of him that couldn't even fill a balloon. instead, he saw four various sized packages, as if gift wrapped for a birthday, or a robin hill treasure hunt, even hanukkah, or christmas. oh, aqui estan los presentes," puppertwinkle said. his tone of voice was a mixture of surprise and relief. his heart was beating like the drum that a little toy bear pounds when you wind it all the way. "presentes?" saumboo asked, raising one eyebrow. a smile of unexpected delight began to curl. "si, hay cuatro," the little dog said, mentioning there were four and they were numbered 1 through 4. "hmmm," saumboo said, curious. "los numeros deben corresponder a la orden de las preguntas sobre la topa." he told puppertwinke that the number of the gifts must match the numbers of the questions on the lid. puppertwinkle asked him if he should open number 1. "por favor," saumboo said, and he waited for the announcement of the contents with frustration. he wanted to be able to see it so badly. being blind sucked for him, sometimes harder than usual. he was always limited to puppertwinkle's perspective and his own imagination. the present with a japanese style block print number one was relatively small, no larger than a jewelery box tht could contain a necklace or bracelet one might buy for their mother. puppertwinkle put a paw down on the white peony print giftwrap and tugged at the red ribbon with his tiny teeth. it came undone easily enough and so he tore at the paper like a child eager to behold what santa claus gave him from his sack of elf-made wonders. "cual es el?" saumboo asked, wondering what it was. he was fucking dying to find out. 020910 what's it to you? who go blather from