affame_le_geant_the_jack_pack fyn gula "jack pack," another voice said, interrupting the music that sounded like kid A taken one step more adventurous. even from these two words spoken with grandiose authority, saumboo had that good feeling we all often get when we know we are talking to the right people, however, this happened to be a dog. the tone was a mixture of seriousness and alacrity, like your uncle who knows how to work on cars and drops everything to scrub the corrosion off your battery terminal, telling you it will probably start now, and when it doesn't he pushes the automobile over to the garage and hooks up a charger. "go to the show," he says. "and when you get back it will be ready to go." that's what kind of dog this was and saumboo knew this just in the way he answered the phone. saumboo proceeded to explain the situation with exhaustive and intimate detail, first wrapping potentilla's body in a linen napkin, placing her in his breast pocket, and then proceeding to prepare king mal's coffee while he told the story, pausing only when he was grinding the beans. "we're on it," the voice said. it belonged to crispy the crazy, leader of this special operations faction of castle security known appropriately enough as "the jack pack" because it consisted of four jack russel terriers well known and famous for their no fears, gutsy, go anywhere, do what it takes brand of investigation. crispy wore a bright red vest that had black letters embroidered inside white circles, each one standing for the type of creature he had brought to justice. seventeen of the fifty-seven circles were the letter "c" which represented cat. actually, there was a coyote back in 1999. and how can i forget the spitting camel on new year's day last year? "we'll catch the bloody wanker," crispy said, "or it will be the last thing i do on this earth." other members of the jack pack included david from the grave best known for the time he jumped on the back of an out of control kangaroo who was kicking everyone's ass in sight. also, mark the shark who once wrestled a gila monster, and the only female member, 'chine gun shelly, who is notorious for her ability to work underground. she managed to unearth a whole network of counterfeiting rabbits just this past week. all were trained religiously in the kemulyan art of olfactia, an ancient form of canine warfare based on recognizing, locating, interpreting, and establishing the scent of fear. strength, confidence, endurance, tenacity, courage, and intelligence were a few of the many character traits that crispy taught and developed in his team. "thank you," saumboo said, " and keep me posted with your progress." "absolutely," crispy said. saumboo finished the coffee and took it to king mal where he sat at his desk checking email. he was on time and the king ignored him which was always a good sign. with an hour before he had to assemble breakfast, saumboo now had to prepare for the difficult task of bearing the tragic news of potentilla's death to her family. 011128 ... unhinged hehehe special operations jack russells hehehe 011128 ... smurfus rex This needs a sleepy, cigar smoke-voiced narrator, sitting in an overstuffed leather chair, in a second floor, wood-paneled office lit by neon signs across the street 181206 ... Doar and no lights...just the twirl of the cigarette smoke curling through fingers... . 190103 what's it to you? who go blather from