Puss in Boots in Provence

in a whirling-wind land, where limestone houses with little white shutters covered by holy rosemary, ivy and thyme, surrounded by lavender fields that make swirls of perfume in the sky, under cypress trees and olive trees with nightingales that sing above you, as you have your chocolat chaud in a bowl, and your tartine au beurre in the mouth, in a land called PROVENCE, there lived a Baker, his baker sons, his youngest flower child, Victoire, and their very clever Puss.