Dear Miss Blue,

When all good intentions come to this! Sweeney Todd couldn't have done it better! Now the meats will be acclaimed as being the most elegant in taste; just an undeserved praise, while we all know the true taste is disguised and who knows, somewhere there is a laughing boar. What a twist of fate this story tells, Miss Blue. Actually, another thought has just come to me. When my faithful butcher handed me the sausage, he whispered softly in my ear, so that others in the shop couldn't hear, that he had laced the sausage with a heavy dose of my favorite liqueur, Drambuie, of course (to hide a rather strong, wild taste)!

Pearl, not guessing after all