“Pableau becomes enchanted”

Coming as he did from a long line of chefs, Pableau did the cooking. And he was assiduous. Every morning he would go to market to select the ingredients for the day’s repast, taking care to pick only the healthiest lettuce, the juiciest tomatoes, and the freshest bread for his bag. One day, as he was reaching for his favorite pastry, a petit chou chantilly, his eyes spied the most beautiful hoof he had ever seen…

         

Goodness me! he thought. How extraordinary! Then he let his glance continue to an even lovelier limb, and shoulder, and neck, and ear, and… then the vendor announced a sale on tomatoes and everything disappeared in a crowd of limbs and ears.



But later that night Pableau thought of the hoof, and the jenny that went with it, and he thought… She is out there somewhere, beyond the wind at my door. She is out there, speaking, breathing, and moving about. I will have to find her, he thought. Yes, I will have to find her.