affame_le_geant_rekindling_the_fiery_memory fyn gula perhaps you, in the past few years, have witnessed someone do something morally reprehensible. what do you do? you have a certain responsibility. we were born with a conscience, chalkboards that, once written upon, cannot be erased. if you choose to remain silent, it is only placing a heavy stone upon your knowledge. it will always be there. when you lift it up again. however, if you act upon the decision of your soul, saying yes to exposing wrongdoing, it could mean danger to yourself or others for the rat that is trapped will bite before it dies. and so it was like this for couge oktuber when his eyes locked into a momentary gaze of recognition with the mandrill. it was she who looked away first, yet not before her piercing stare rekindled the fiery memory of the last time he saw her and of the horror she was involved in. dr. oktuber, as he was known in montlapine, had a small holistic medicine practice in the quaint village. his patients were healthy rabbit-people who carefully maintained their bodies with regiments of precise, habitual, concern. they grew their own food, imbibed supplemental, concocted elixirs, and were acutely aware that mental happiness was the foundation of physical well-being. the good doctor never treated symptoms, only causes, unless of course, bodily issues, like broken bones, accidents of various types, or his favourite reason to meet a patient at the hospital in the big city... that being, childbirth. this is where he remembered meeting the mandrill. 030120 what's it to you? who go blather from