Come the morning of June first, one of the town criers belts forth a special little message.
"'ello ever'one in Myrk Woooooooood! It's a speeeeeecial day t'day! Counc'lor Tready--His Fatness, His Fluffiness, His Big-Bellied Honor!--is a year older 'is fine mornin'! The old coot says 'e's seen a good sixty years, now, an'--an' I'm a-sayin' 'is, 'ere--ye all know 'e's jus' getting bigger wi' each one! 'e can't afford t' get much older!"
There would be a pause, as if in consideration, and then that same simple country voice resounds once again.
"An' in other news, one o' the folks 'ere jus' put up a guessin' game! 'ow many birthday cakes is Tread'ell gonna eat today by 'isseeeeeeeelllllf?" With a chortle and a chuckle and a tittering with glee, the town crier goes to looking for his other announcements.