affame_le_geant_lebendiges_sein fyn gula as frau werzenwozen began her liturgy, it was plain to see she was hiding behind her native tongue, disguising her true feelings with the german language. the draining stress of her present situation was simply pulling the fucking rug from under her feet and made her forget saumboo could understand her. so when she said, "ich bin also angstlich werde ich sterben. ich mochte mich in diesem grab werfen und begrabenes lebendiges sein," it was not a prayer to the human flower god for the safe passage of the dandelion's soul like she led on. the pious folding of her hands may have fooled puppertwinkle who heard her german as gibberish, but saumboo quickly translated it into his thoughts as, "i am so afraid i am going to die. i want to throw myself in this grave and be buried alive." and when she proclaimed, "ich habe nur einen kleinen schwachen hund. zum dieser karie zu ziehen die das gewicht ihn totet. meine nur andere wahl ich werden verurteilt die liebe des mannes l zu verlassen das blinde manuelle ist," it was not a final memorial tribute to the spegnere. saumboo swallowed hard as he deciphered the words, finding them bitter and tragic. this is what she actually said: "i have only a little weak dog to pull this cart,the weight will kill him. my only other choice is the blind man. i am doomed to the fail the man i love." frau werzenwozen, like a frog who just had his legs cut off by a lawn mower, sat blinking, unbelieving of the disaster suddenly thrust upon her. she knew she had to move on, but how when you had no legs to propel you? she sank to her knees in the small available space that was not taken up by bird carcasses, which she had previously cleaned. she was an emotional train wreck, the cars lay twisted on her track to eyesland, the contents of her original plans spilled like blood on the railroad ties. her broken heart was consumed by immobilizing fear. puppertwinkle watched her put her face into her hands in a gesture of complete resolution. he approached her with caution and licked the exposed skin of her arm. he thought she was overcome by the grief at the loss of her friends, but saumboo knew it was her countenance severed into many pieces. frau werzenwozen passed out cold, the last remaining defense before the mind will blow. saumboo knew then that there was only one thing he could do. "conduzcame al frente del carro," saumboo said to puppertwinkle, asking him to lead him to the wooden cart. "porque?" puppertwinkle asked, wondering why. "le necesito ayudarme a poner el arnes que me estoy encendiendo tirar del carro." saumboo answered. he was going to put the harness on and pull the cart himself. 020614 what's it to you? who go blather from