IV. A speech of Queen of Summer regarding the recipe for bullet bread.
Well, to summerise, it was pretty hard to bake this bread!
(As soon as she said, stonechats’ warble was heard.)
I needed special ingredients, but did not know that where to go and how to get them. I searched and searched for them.
At first, I found beard butter probably. It was crossing its arms in a corner of a shed.
So, I asked it, “How nice to meet you, Mr, Butter. Your bear is so dapper. Would you like to give me a hand? I want to bake bread.”
The butter answered.
“Hello, young lady. I want to do so, but I cannot move. I have set here because of this coldness. If you insist, you may remove me, I know.”
I got closer to it to pick it. Just at that time, an idea flashed into my mind.
I asked it again.
“Thank you, sir. Well, Excuse me for saying so, but have you not gone bad?”
In my opinion, it was more of Camembert cheese than butter. It looked old and had turned white.
The beard butter flew into a rage.
“What did you say? Am I bad? No, I am not bad, bat nor lat. I am butter, plain butter!”
Because of its temper, I could moved it from the wall easily. The beard butter kept its anger in my bag.
Next, I searched leg-egg. Have you ever seen such a strange egg? Neither have I.
I thought well. Surely, it is leg-hen that lay leg-egg.
So, I flew around to find a farm that have leg-hens. I found out that there are no cows in a pasture in winter!
I passed a plain looked like fresh cream and found a cottage somehow. I heard lively clucking, and knocked the door.
Tap, tap! Tap, tap! Is a leg-hen there?
Suddenly, bursts of laughter that almost blew up the roof took place.
“You must be joking, a little girl! Hen has legs, as anyone knows!”
It is so rude that laughing at for ignorance, is not it? I certainly was as angry as the beard butter.
For all that, I kept patience to get leg-egg.
“Excuse me. Then, the hens lay eggs? May I have one of them?”
There was a roar of laughter in the cottage again. It is amazing! I truly intended to go back this time.
The moment the laughing stopped the door opened the smallest possible crack, and an egg was thrown out there.
I was so worried, but the egg did not get any cracks because of the deep snow.
I picked it up and saw that the egg was a just egg. It was a white and slick legless-egg. I could not put up with it anymore, so shouted.
“You are too inconsiderate! Come out here!”
The cottage suddenly became silent as a cemetery. Clucking also died down.
Although I knocked the door and called, it was useless effort. Finally, I put the egg into the bag and decided to go back.
I was thinking about what to do next in the sky. Should I search another farm? Or return to my castle? Meanwhile, I found that the bag was wiggling.
A voice of the beard butter was heard continuously; “Oh, you, youngster! Do not roll around so much! Do not kick me so much!”
I looked into the bag with curiousity. Now, the egg has two legs and tried to walk. It was legless-egg before!
I harried back to the cottage, then bowed in front of the door..
“Please accept my apology for my rude behavior. Thank you for a nice leg-egg.”
The inside of the door was silent as before. Still, I felt satisfied anyway. I finally left for my castle.
After having a cup of tea, I tried to bake bread as my lovely Winter told me. Now, I found that the ingredients were too little to bake enough breads for all of us. Flour also was not sufficient under the influence of the coldness.
As substitutions, I added and mixed things which were at hand.
Butter, hatter, flour, grammar, egg, снег(cneg; snow), and nutmeg.
Baking it in the oven, it became bread finely. Look, they are as tiny as bullets.
That is how, I am here to deliver the bread. Since I came quickly, they are still hot!
