affame_le_geant_tri_rhyming_game fyn gula the particular portion of the bianca strada that the spegnere pulled cart rolled upon past red poppies and tri-colored iris was wheel rut, but instead of grass growing in between, there was purple flowering ground ivy. this excited the human flowers, especially the dandelion, for a few of his namesake homeys managed to appear sporatically in the pungent beauty. he said, "what up?" and "hey y'all" but they just shined on, the crazy little suns. "let's play a game!" he said, happy. there are sensations we feel in the midst of terrible situations and we wonder how we can go on. but if we don't try to find joy, we begin to question even the reason to wake from sleep. the dandelion was hip to boffden's original plan for saumboo and he now saw his own place in all of this. people get shit in their lives and need us, our concern, our advice, our momentary release and escape. "sure." the tulip said, keeping a close eye on puppertwinkle. he was wary of getting his leaf fingers torn up again. "how about "birds and bees?" several of the other human flowers expressed their approval of the suggestion and a desire to participate. "zat ist eine kinder game," frau werzenwozen interjected, referring to the elementary aspects of simply naming their favorite bees and birds like we do sometimes with musicians, artists, film-makers, and celebrities. "let's play 'tri-rhyming.' it ist a creation of dennis browne und now zat we are traveling to eyesland vee should be exposed to as much as possible of zis emblematic soul." "how do you play?" saumboo asked, rubbing his sore leg. there was a human arnica flower on board the cart that shed a few tears for him and told him to massage it into his bruise. it worked to bring relief and begin healing. "simple," frau werzenwozen said, as the cart rolled onwards through a kwanzen cherry forest. the spent flowers, having faded from pink to white littered the ground like confetti in a fairy's wedding. "just zink of three words zat rhyme and zen give short definitions as clues." "i've got one!" the dandelion said, jumping off his seat. "what flowers love, what flowers say to what they love, what flowers wish they were." there was silence except for the creaking of the iron wheels and the swishing of the spegnere's crow feathers as everyone tried to guess. "well," the tulip said, sighing. "we flowers love the bees, we want to be trees, and darling, 'please', is what i always say to my lover!" "coreect!" the dandelion yelled. "you win a prize!" he shook his head and a few seeds blew over to the tulip. "your turn, saumboo," frau werzenwozen said. saumboo thought a little while. "ok," he said. he was ready. "unable to see. unhappy, and wishing you were home." there was silence again, this time longer. finally, puppertwinkle spoke up. "blind, sad, and homesick," he said, licking saumboo's face. the human flowers looked bewildered. "that doesn't even rhyme," the dandelion said, shaking his head, not for prize giving either. frau werzenwozen smiled to herself. "good one, saumboo." 020518 ... fyn_gula memories of the very fun times he once had often came upon saumboo as he waited for puppertwinkle to return with help. 021216 what's it to you? who go blather from