A Dwarf In A Pie
Going to be some light blogging here at Newscoma over the weekend. And, I got my very own Crackberry Storm. If I can figure out how to answer the damned thing, life will be grand.
One final observation, why would someone put a dwarf in a pie?
H/T Eat Liver
Because putting him in a cake would just be silly?
Because they were all out of blackbirds?
Because everybody likes a little pie?
Because he already ate the shortcake?
Because he was a “little” crazy?
Because boysenberries were out of season?
That’s hysterical.
Because Hudson was a Zombi with a “little” bit of a sweet tooth.
I was curious and googled it. When he was 7 years old he was part of the entertainment for the banquet and a gift. yikes! Wikipedia says,
“On his seventh birthday, in 1626 Jeffrey Hudson was presented to the Duchess of Buckingham as a “rarity of nature” and she invited him to join the household. A few months later the Duke and Duchess entertained King Charles and his young French wife, Queen Henrietta Maria in London. The climax of the lavish banquet was the presentation of Jeffrey to the Queen, served in a large pie. When the pie was placed in front of the Queen, Jeffrey arose from the crust, 18 inches tall and perhaps dressed in a miniature suit of armour. The Queen was delighted and the Duke and Duchess of Buckingham offered Hudson to her as an amusing gift.”
because he couldn’t reach the third layer in a three-layer cake.
Did the king EAT him????!!!!!!
{shudders}
Silly ‘Coma, so he could stand up on the table and tell jokes. Kings at that time always had dwarfs around. Velazquez painted some amazing portraits of many of those living around the court of Spain.
“Did the king EAT him????!!!!!!”
Well of course he did, SB. The King was only 63 when he died. And it’s common knowledge that Dwarfs are extremely high in cholesterol.
And did he gain the title “Sir” just by hanging out in a pie? Curious minds want to know.
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Well, WV…
When I was in Outer Mongolia, I did receive the title of Honorary Emperor in Training for kickin’ it in a bowl of rice for a couple of hours.
So I suppose it’s possible.
You know, rice is like beach sand. It somehow creeps into every single place on your body. I don’t recommend it.