affame_le_geant_the_gaze_beyond fyn gula sometimes there was not a sound but the dandelion's breathing. saumboo knew the end was near because the respirations were slowing down markedly. puppertwinkle licked the dandelion's face and he knew, as well, it would be the last time he would do so. frau werzenwozen blinked her eyes and surprised herself that tears had formed there. she turned away to the sea of dead birds that were beginning to stink with the inital steps of decomposition. she knew they could not stay in this place of death much longer. it was driving her fucking whack. "i think you should come over here," saumboo said, listening close to the dandelion's breathing. there was a definate turn for the worse. puppertwinkle whined and trembled. a world without the dandelion's optimism was a reality he feared to enter. frau werzenwozen came over, her thoughts of who would drive the cart out now that the spegnere was dead were put on temporary hold. her memories of the dandelion's selfish service and gutsy panache returned. "how vill i go on vithout mein golden boy?" she said aloud. and she wept hard, exploding into great rocking sobs that stirred saumboo and puppetwinkle to fresh tears. saumboo stood with puppertwinkle in his arms. frau werzenwozen, sorrow glistening on her face like rain on a midnight street under napatha lamps, bent down and kissed the dandelion. for one brief second his eyes opened and they looked, not at her or saumboo or the little dog, but further beyond to a place none of them could see. and in that moment of clarity, they beheld the dandelion's spirit physically yanked from his body. a violent tug they would never forget. it was freedom defined. it was release realized. the dandelion was dead. 020609 what's it to you? who go blather from