Lion Head Mesa I'm so tired, sitting here waiting

gucci nodded, the story familiar, similar to his own. his answer pointed out as much.

"-s was cold n mirthless wintah day when ah, brought by unfortunate circumstance far past reach o' safety, was found, in tha' same meadow, by th' very same great man, out on a walk in company o' handsome beauty." the chihuahua adjusted himself, shaking out his mane, his speech building up in enthusiasm.

"good pharaoh n beauty kasmut brought me 'ere, n th' queen-..." at once the vigor found a cliff and plummeted down it.

"...th' queen named me noble." he said in a whisper.

the sorrow of the great stone spire seemed to seep back into his bones.

"...oh. oh cruelty!" the man lamented. "to think somebody would think t', t' in cold blood kill such soul as our sobekneferu." the shakes wracked him again. "why? oh, tell me mazoi, have you seen her before they begun t'- t' prepare her?" his gaze pleaded. "do-- do y'all know wha' killed 'er? plant o' diseased animal or--?"