affame_le_geant_off_came_his_head fyn gula undermined by the desire to be unobtrusive, the dandelion strapped securely in the harness, continued to pull forward on the wooden cart. however, the smiles on the faces of frau werzenwozen and puppertwinkle, leftover from their fits of laughter brought on by the dandelion's comical appearance froze into wistful and elegiac masks, as the great force by which he laboured coupled with his obvious lack of strength basically snapped him in half. off came his head. it hit the ground next to the carcass of the spegnere and rolled so it was face up. his body, still fastened in the harness flopped languidly against the cart and slid to the bianca strada, a marionette set aside by the puppetmaster. surprisingly, he was able to speak and did so with the breathless enthusiasm of someone who's finally learned a difficult craft. "it's ok. i can grow a new body overnight. simply gather up my broken stem still hooked with my leaves and root and soak me good with water." his face betrayed the severity of his desperation, for it combined delicate dissonance with unexpected flashes of beauty, much like one who injures themselves worse than they realize but act like little or nothing has happened. frau werzenwozen and puppertwinkle were so moved by the dandelion's tenacity and will to live that they didn't hesitate to rush to his side. it could not be determined who arrived there first. frau werzenwozen obeyed his request with all the mercy of one's favourite nurse and gathered up the severed portion. she had to remove the harness with meticulous concern making sure she caused no further damage. puppertwinkle sank to his belly beside the decapitated head of the dandelion, giving him a compassionate sniff. "please take me to the cart," the dandelion said, and in his quivering voice was the sense of loss tangled up with failing reservation. "i want to speak to saumboo." 020530 what's it to you? who go blather from