affame_le_geant_maris_den_cie fyn gula with keggi sufficiently muzzled, cayris's hand-sown handkerchief from his grandmother foxglove around his long snout, the frafkuel, enjoying the new found peace and quiet, cheerfully led them along with tinker stinkencrink to his private holiday grounds. it was here amongst an antique redbrick spitfire grill, a stone -circle fire-ring. several oakwood adirondack chairs and tables, paper lanterns hung in chokecherry trees, and flagstone planters where california nasuriam grew from seed that he continued his lessons on life. frafkuel dispiacere requested tinker's assistance by asking him to begin removing last year's growth from the raised stone lettuce beds. "the shriveled, dried up leaves represent your former self, cayris. repent from the lettuce eat lettuce farm-murders and you will be dead to your sin against god." cayris's face flushed with the intense heat of conviction. flames of guilt leapt from the cinders of his heart and scorched the tender flesh of his pale soul. "how did you know about the killings?" cayris thought, but he did not dare voice his confession. not yet anyway. see you around christmas. 030511 ... crOwl fin. 040310 what's it to you? who go blather from