affame_le_geant_the_drama_queen fyn gula you should have seen it. actually, it was quite amazing. however it was also at this precise time that puppertwinkle began to mistrust the woodpecker. puppertwinkle's refresments consisted of mango puree, alfalfa sprouts, lemon juice, goat's milk, barley green, msm, and sago palm vitamin c powder with oxygenated water. the woodpecker sipped it and voila! the bird was well. hmmm. something is rotten in denmark. the fucking woodpecker went from near death to good as new in mere seconds? inconceivable. it even flew over to where saumboo stood, having temporarily freed himself from the uncomfortable confines of the heavy harness. the woodpecker perched on the top rail of the wooden cart and tapped it with her beak to gain saumboo's attention. "hello!" the woodpecker called out. "i want to thank you again for rescuing me from certain extinguishment!" "i'm just glad you're ok." saumboo said. he was thinking to himself that her recovery was suspiciously quick and her manner of speaking was ridiculous. "that was some fast healing," he said. "oh yes!" she fawned. saumboo was already perturbed with her obesquious behavior. "i was near to the point of suffocating death! if it was not for your noble, brave, and courageous dog i would have surely perished." she flailed her wings up in the air like a windmill and then feigned fainting. all of her words sounded as though she were doing performance lines for a junior high drama class. puppertwinkle's ears shot up and he stuck his little chest out proudly. he noticed a necklace around the woodpecker's feathers he hadn't seen before. it scared him because it almost always had military representation and further heightened his sense of unbelief. "who are you?" he barked spontaneously. "where do you come from?" he was rapidly losing the trust of this drama queen. 020622 ... nightcrawler what are you supposed to say to something like this? 020622 ... unhinged bobbi 020622 ... rabbit rivers puppertwinkle walked amongst the bright orange leaves, some of them more than half his size. his thoughts were overwhelming him. the very first action was virtually impossible in itself. "how the fuck am i going to get this wooden cart moving again?" he asked himself and his self looked at him and shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. and that's when somehow he thought of feignez the woodpecker. how she managed to, singlehandedly disrupt their entire lives. though her intentions were malicious and she worked for proina, she had one thing he didn't: a sense of drama. if his life was a play, a series of events so interesting, vivid, and heart-wrenching then perhaps he was not only the lead actor but the director as well. "in the next scene," he said, "i go and look for someone who will help me figure out a way to move saumboo and frau werzenwozen from our state of stagnancy to the land out west that is waiting for us like a smiling dog in a truck, tail wagging." 021109 what's it to you? who go blather from