The princess and the butcher

Once upon a time was a princess who lived, like Sleeping Beauty, at the top of an ominous looking tower. Her guardian, who was crazy and wildly jealous, kept her under lock and key. The princess had no suitors until, one day, the butcher thought of bringing her a sausage. But how was he to reach her room situated as it was at the top of that there ominous looking tower?

The butcher, however, was in Butch’s words a furbacchione (roughly translated means cunning rascal). With skills surpassing that of the most Yogic diddler or tall story teller Munchausen, the butcher made a step of his sausage between two vines and so was able to climb the ominous looking tower.

Several evenings he visited the princess who gladly partook of his sausage.

The princess’s guardian, however, was not just crazy and wildly jealous but also a furbacchione. Coming into the room one morning, he was apprised of the pungent smell.

Accordingly, the butcher was arrested and taken away to the dungeon deep in the castle. How the princess suffered for the chilli wind of her farts! –