affame_le_geant_something_coming fyn gula saumboo's immortal question concerning the process by which he would eventually be made visible to dennis browne still had not produced an answer or even a response from puppertwinkle. the chihuahua, trembling with increasing fervor, sat in saumboo's lap. his mouth was salivating from the anxiety of wrestling with saumboo's inquiry and he was constantly licking the sides of his lips and nervously swallowing. he needed to tell him what the transformation required, the painful, horrific, step by step, procedure of self-destruction, but he just did not have the heart to do it. once, he took in a sharp gasp of breath as if he was going to spill his soul, but then he could not. boffden the gnome obviously sensed puppertwinkles's reservations, (some say a maris den ciean, those winged bohemian grandmothers that hover between worlds, informed him) and so to make the task easier for the compassionate little dog, he sent a messenger to do the dirty work. suddenly, like a package of dimestore fireworks exploding, some louder than others, one a dud, puppertwinkle began to bark. saumboo asked what was going on. puppertwinkle told him that something strange was approaching. saumboo wanted him to describe what he saw. he sniffed the air and listened hard. puppertwinkle watched as a wooden cart with writing on the sides, about twelve feet long with large iron wheels was being pulled slowly by a creature that looked at this distance to be black feathered, however it walked on four legs with padded paws. there appeared to be a figure inside driving and other things impossible to make out next to it. puppertwinkle continued his protective and inquisitive yapping and then tried to explain to saumboo as best as he could what was making its way towards them on the bianca strada. 020503 what's it to you? who go blather from