"Gadzooks!" cried Sir Gregory of Cornwall, "What is this fantastic delight upon which I am partaking? It is as cold as a winter's night, and as sweet as honey fresh from the comb!"
"Ice cream," Timothy Walters explained.
"Nay, you speak normally."
"No. That's what it's called. Ice cream."
"Oh!" Sir Gregory marveled at the thought. "How are the eyes made so cold?"
"The what?"
"The cream of eyes. How are they chilled?" Sir Gregory took another bite and moaned with delight.
"There are no eyes! It's cream from cow's milk. ICE," Timothy paused, "CREAM."
Sir Gregory gagged, "A cow!? Disgusting!"
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Other adventures of Sir Gregory of Cornwall in the present-day
I could imagine an entire book like this, where Sir Gregory
ReplyDeleteuh, where Sir Gregory completely misunderstands everything about modern life over, and over, and over, shows fascination in the most mundane of things, and plays up to the stereotype that everybody in the past somehow managed to be completely sheltered
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