Blurtseau Lundif, formerly BlurtZo de la brava espada, having escaped from the palace dungeon, wandered into the garden...

Mon Dieu! said the guard. Look at that donkey! He must have escaped from the Queen’s hamlet. I must take him back…



Bonjour mon âne, said the queen, avez-vous faim? My queen! cried the king's page, bursting into the garden. The peasants are angry because they have no bread! Don't bother me! snapped the queen. If they have no bread, let them eat pumpkin pie! And so it was that Blurtseau, stuffing himself daily, remained at the queen’s hamlet until one day… My queen! called the king’s page. The prince is returning to town and asks if you would join him?

Moving with an agility uncommon to any creature who had just consumed a dozen pumpkin pies, Blurtseau leapt from a shrubbery, scaled the rear of the coach, and locked onto the luggage rack as the carriage sped off to Paris. Blurtsoiselle, he thought, my heart has wings and I am as light as a feather!