affame_le_geant_spit_on_the_earth fyn gula the thrill that swallowed saumboo, antithesis to jonah's whale, was unfortunately short-lived. as soon as he pulled his head away to test the extent of his restored vision, his heart sank like a stone amelie skipped into the seine. (you have seen the film, amelie, haven't you?) apparently he was only able to physically view the contents of the scope. all other eyesight continued to be non-existent whenever he wasn't looking into the crystal viewfinder. alas, he was still blind. and we thought we were in the process of the miraculous. "motherfuck!" saumboo said, extremely frustrated. he wanted to kick anything or smack something or smash everything but his stone body not only limited his malicious intent but made breaking shit rather impossible. and so, with an effort fueled by his wrath, he gathered the unusual formation of acid in his saliva and formed a gigantic hocker that nearly boiled in his mouth. with all the disgust and rancor he possessed inside the hellfire of his flammable soul, saumboo let the mutha fly, spitting yet another moment of dejection upon the bianca strada. the unexpected, raucous grating of saumboo's throat and the force and velocity of the pleghm projectile startled puppertwinkle and scared the bajesus out of him. he watched saumboo with a guarded curiosity. when the vile blob hit the ground, puppertwinkle cringed, and then slowly approached it like a kosovoan refugee walking through a serbian mine field. he sniffed it, for all dogs must identify the mysterious, and with olfactory senses 2ox stronger than a human, found it to contain a strong redolence of vanquished hope. he looked up at saumboo then and knew his anger would dissipate and be replaced by sorrow. he looked like a machine that had been humming along until somebody suddenly pulled the plug. it made him think that saumboo's sudden, unexpected happiness was like the final throb of a soul's dying embers. he wanted to blow on it and let his breath revive the flame or just hold his paws over what was left and keep it alive. "sum-ting eese better dan no=ting," the little dog said, giving it his best shot at english. his tail wagged slightly although it was basically between his legs. this whole let-down so put a pin in his hunky-dory balloon when saumboo's heart was wrecked. saumboo gave him a half smile. "you're right," he said. not one to let disappointment get him down completely, he told his best friend to put the scope up to his eye again, push a different button and slide the dial. saumboo watched as the image of the dandelion's head separated from his body faded away and was replaced by white letters and words in french on a black screen. craig armstrong's "laura's theme" from "the space between us" began to play inside the scope as well. he told puppertwinkle what he was seeing and hearing. "what do the words say?" puppertwinkle asked. he did not know it but saumboo's heart almost stopped as he read them. 020918 what's it to you? who go blather from