This is straight-up something out of Game of Thrones.
How big are these pies we’re talking about? Enough to contain twenty-four live birds, or a small human being? Is this a “the monarch needs to demonstrate excess as a metaphor for wealth” type situation?
Anyway, I’m glad this tradition has lived on, albeit only in the form of the stripper cake.
I’m glad to see that the editor who printed this piece of correspondence is as confused as the rest of us.
This feels like a sly ad: “Have you examined the offers in this issue? HAVE YOU LOOKED CLOSELY? Closely enough to find this HORSE/COW HYBRID???”
And a hundred Scottish folk tales suddenly became a little less magical.
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