For Schmutzie

Gor, awful things are happening in the world. Schmutzie, the Web's finest poet, has cancer. Eden's lost her father. Another set of friends have been poleaxed by something unfortunate and probably unintended but sort of damaging nonetheless.

Still, it's spring, and sunny - here at least - and there are schnauzers in the world, schnauzers and iTunes and lush hanging pots and writing seminars by talented people.

And there are chickens. Claymation chickens who knit and say plaintively, "But I don't want to be a pie."