For some reason we’ve come across a large number of last names here in Moldova that are Romanian (or Russian in some cases) names of animals. That said, I have to admit that our last name is a type of cake that you have blessed by the priest for special occasions. (Have I told you how blessed we are???)
Seriously though, the story goes something like this…
Mr. Swan told us to call Mrs. Fishy. Mrs. Fishy said we’d have the most luck if we talk to Mr. Bear. But Mr. Bear was out. His assistant, Mr. Finch, directed us to speak to Mrs. Squirrel, and we found her to be entirely nutty. Her neighbor, Mrs. Bunny, was awfully helpful in figuring out the confusion, and then sent us on our way with armloads of carrots. The moral of the story is, it’s never as simple as taking it straight from the horse’s mouth.
Of course, if we’re going to call these people Mr. Swan and Mrs. Squirrel and what-not, I guess that would make me Mrs. Special-Occasion-Cake. There you have it. Top me with an orange-almond glaze and stick a fork in me. I’m done.