affame_le_geant_what_do_you_see fyn gula it was when frau werzenwozen began digging the spegnere's grave that the dandelion began experiencing the intense pain that would eventually bring this one of his particular lives to an end. the sucking air, rife with bacteria, entered the jagged hole of his hollow stem and jolted him like a thousand red ant bites. he cried out at the pernicious stinging because it hurt like the demons of fucking hell were dragging his soul into blue flaming fire. saumboo tried to comfort him with calm words, gentle singing, prayers of hope, scriptures, yet nothing he did worked. the thief comes and leaves the shell of what once was glorious. puppertwinkle trembled at the sight and sound of the dandelion's passing, whining at his inability to help. "it's a fitting end to a useless weed such as me," the dandelion moaned. even the barely perceptible movement of speech made him wince with agony. saumboo sensed it with his fingers and relaxed his touch. "why couldn't i have been born beautiful? a fragrant peony? a papery bougenvilla, a peppery nasturium, a pungent lantana? an ostentacious poppy?" the dandelion went on. then silence. only the sound of frau werzenwozen's digging. saumboo gently released his cradling hold so that the dandelion's head and injured neck rested on his lap. he made a frame with his hands and held it up to his own face. "look into this mirror," he said. "what do you see?" "i see you," the dandelion answered. silence once more. puppertwinkle noticed frau werzenwozen rolling the spegnere's body into the hole just large enough to cover him. "beauty is not only the appearance we present," saumboo said. "it is the image of those we love." 020604 what's it to you? who go blather from