"For my part, I am so vexed, that I wish the black pudding fast to the tip of your nose."
Today our next-door neighbors gave us a pound of freshly ground sausage for Christmas. It was very thoughtful. I think I must have a sign over my head that says, "My vegetarianism goes against the laws of nature. Please convert me back."
Isn't there an old folk tale about a guy whose nose grows sausages 'cause he's a bad guy or something? Hold that thought, let me consult Iona & Peter Opie's The Classic Fairy Tales--one of those books that makes you seem smart but which you actually had to buy for a class one time...hmmm...oh yes, it was a "black pudding" in this version. A man and his wife come upon three wishes via a fairy and waste them squabbling. There's a life lesson for you.
Isn't there an old folk tale about a guy whose nose grows sausages 'cause he's a bad guy or something? Hold that thought, let me consult Iona & Peter Opie's The Classic Fairy Tales--one of those books that makes you seem smart but which you actually had to buy for a class one time...hmmm...oh yes, it was a "black pudding" in this version. A man and his wife come upon three wishes via a fairy and waste them squabbling. There's a life lesson for you.
posted by yelhsacrow at 7:42 PM
2 Comments:
I remember that story! It always reminds me of my bickering mom and stepdad, who are going on a cruise for their 10th anniversary this week...:)
(They're really pretty happy together, despite the impression they give!)
I don't have to be in an arguement with another. I can get sausages stuck to my nose all by myself. Just grant me a wish, or really just a choice. As a rule wishing sausages off of one's nose is not a clean procedure. I usually end up with parsely or a radish instead.
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