affame_le_geant_pause_to_reflect fyn gula feignez the woodpecker was freaking. however, for appearance sake and maintaining a sense of illusionary calm in the presence of saumboo and puppertwinkle, she struggled to keep herself from totally losing it. the last thing she wanted to have happen was for frau werzenwozen to awake, yet hearing her spew forth murderous threats in her state of unconsciousness was equally as devastating. it was quick and intelligent thinking of her to change the words around since puppertwinkle did not understand german. saumboo was sufficiently fooled, at least temporarily, but feignez was shook to the core of her being. she had changed the german words, "kill the woodpecker," to a refernce about food, which saumboo agreed was a good idea and so they stopped to eat. although saumboo wondered why frau werzenwozen would blurt that out in her sleep. it only renewed his mistrust of the shady woodpecker. "what the fuck?" he thought to himself. feignez flew off to a nearby dead tree as puppertwinkle rummaged through the cupboards of the wooden cart. feignez knocked about on the decomposing wood for some bark beetles which she ate ravenously. the little dog found some apricot clif bars, pecorino romano, and cranberry torani infused earl grey tea. yum. this momentary pause afforded feignez a chance to collect her thoughts amongst her swirling anxiety. if frau werzenwozen was beginning to talk in her sleep state, she knew it would not be long until she actually woke. "i wish i could slip her some more poison," feignez thought. she also realized that having saumboo pull the cart was ridiculous. it was way too heavy for him and his blindness made it all but impossible to gain any significant progress. he had fallen several times already and the bianca strada at the present time was basically flat. if she was going to lead them to proina, she had to do it quick, before frau werzenwozen woke. "there's only one thing to do," she said to herself, "and that's to get help with this cart right now." 020702 what's it to you? who go blather from