Eunice Fuller, The book of friendly giants (1914)
“ As for the bakers, they drove furiously, straight to the palace of their king, Picrochole, and dashed, disheveled and breathless, into the throne room.“Your Majesty,” they cried, “we have been set upon by the shepherds of old King Grangousier,—our heads broken, our coats torn, our cakes stolen, our trade ruined, and Marquet nearly killed.” And with that, two of them brought in Marquet himself, groaning horribly.Now, Picrochole was as proud and passionate as any cake-baker of them all.“What!” he roared, turning purple in the face. “Killing our subjects! Spoiling our trade! ”
