affame_le_geant_the_funeral fyn gula there was a blue sky with clouds on the day they buried the dandelion and the spegnere. the ceremony was short, but full of deep honour. puppertwinkle, wearing a black cape he managed to construct from fabric he found in a drawer within the cart, knew one reason for the brevity was the extreme pungency of the decomposing piles of endless dead birds. the other reason he could just guess at, yet the look of unmistakeable dread on frau werzenwozen's face could only mean one thing: she was worried the monster proina would attack again now that they were vulnerable. she wanted to get this show on the road...asap. still, she was a woman of proper etiquette and saw to it that her friends were given a proper funeral. she held puppertwinkle in one arm and clasped saumboo's hand with the other, guiding him to the edge of the hole where she had rolled the crow-costumed tiger. they carefully placed the dandelion's head, jagged stem, and withered body with its root legs that once ran with agility into a cardboard doc marten box and fastened it with duct tape. saumboo had wondered why frau werzenwozen had not honoured the dandelion's dying request of having his body placed in water so he would come back to life, but she told him she had heard stories of others doing that with unfavorable results. it seems they often turn out mean and revengeful and swear like drunken sailors. they took turns sharing their respects and final goodbyes. little was said concerning the spegnere considering not much was known about him. frau werzenwozen did mention his abiity to serve and translate various foreign languages, even though he was stubborn and occasionaly swiped her with a claw retracted paw. the task he was involved in was a noble and courageous one and the part he played was appreciated. but it was when they began to recount the memory of their fallen comrade, the dandelion, that things got misty. they had gone through the items he had collected over the years and kept in his personal space in the cart. clippings from newspapers he had glued in many journals, statements about living a passionate life. they read from some of them and did not fight back the tears. saumboo spoke of the dandelion's incredible ability to make a friend in five minutes, how he had saved his life by pulling him undercover of the falling birds, his jokes, his way of finding fun in the mundane. and then silence. frau werzenwozen set pupertwinkle down, let go of saumboo's hand and taking the doc marten box, stepped over to the hole and placed it reverently next to the spegnere's body. she cleared her throat, and forgetting that saumboo could understand german, spoke the following statement, acting as if she was giving her final memorial. but saumboo knew different. 020612 what's it to you? who go blather from