affame_le_geant_suddenly_proina fyn gula gathering up a dozen or so woodland faeries that were hanging out willing to play the game he received in package three, puppertwinkle engaged them in a few rousing turns and cheers. (applause and crabapple wine) "the fact that we adore you is our trueheart's song," the faeries said. "you are a miracle, but that is not all." they played for hours that turned into days. no one slept. they just ate nutella and took turns trying to make the little dog and even greater hero. however, it was when proina caught them all by surprise and the faeries fled like scattered piegons, forsaking friendship for fear, that puppertwinkle realized fun and frivolity may have its place in life as a house, but only the corner of a room that's used for responsibility. this god/monster arrived with the unexpected shock of a balloon popping, of ice cream falling from a double dip waffle cone, of the sudden piercing bark of a hyper dog. not having seen her since she last infected saumboo and turned his whole body to stone save the face, she appeared initially as a mirror. puppertwinkle was drawn to his reflection for he rarely beheld himself and he immediately thought he looked ridiculous. "i thought i was bigger," he thought, sadly. and the longer he stayed, for it was like magnets were drawing him, he was forced as it were to look at his own insufficiency, to swallow his failure, to realize he wasn't what was expected of him. he took the gold star from his forehead, scrunched it up into a little ball and dropped it to the earth. proina had her way of making one feel like shit. when the mirror faded and she stood there in all her ugliness and judgement he found himself to be unafraid and this did not surprise him, because it was his hatred of her and her selfish wickedness that he despised. and where hatred dwells, nothing can grow, not even fear. still, when he saw her he couldn't believe it. perhaps she was a fake foto someone cut out and stuck on the bianca strada. fuck that. she was there alright and with lightening speed she snatched him with her razor sharp grip and held him, a hapless rabbit in the talons of red-tailed hawk. 021015 what's it to you? who go blather from