affame_le_geant_vivo_pajaro fyn gula just as saumboo yelled, "vayamos!" announcing to puppertwinkle that he was ready to go, to begin their new journey to who knew where, the little dog began barking. his tone was one of alarm and fearful curiousity. "espere un minuto, senor saumboo," puppertwinkle said, asking him to wait. there was movement within the gravesite. life amongst so much death. "cual es el?" saumboo wondered. he asked if puppertwinkle could tell what it was. "tome una mirada," he said, suggesting a closer look. and so he did, but the little fur he had was bristled and raised. he attempted to make himself big and foreboding, albeit a futile endeavour. he sniffed and barked, inching nearer to the mystery, now growing feverous in its intensity, as if whatever it was, all it had left was given to raise itself out of confinement. suddenly. from the hundreds of dead bird carcasses that covered the grave of the spegnere and dandelion emerged one single live bird, a woodpecker. its black and white-winged body and red head wriggled forth out of the suffocating mass of death. upon discovering it, puppertwinkle jumped back with fright, a bark proceeding that even scared himself, but when he saw it struggling and realized it was harmless, he had compassion on it and approached it with solicitude. "es un pajaro, saumboo!" puppertwinkle yelled. there was still a trace of trembling in his voice. "esta vivo!" 020618 ... sabbie today, i am the woodpecker, emerging like a butterfly from a crisilis of death and decay. new life swirls around me like insects taking off from the feild and today i can see the sky. responds 020618 what's it to you? who go blather from