Pulcinello was in love with a lady from Tricarico, which is a small town here in Lucania.
“What am I going to do?” he cried. “How can I bring my suit?”
The Harlequin had an idea.
“Pulcinello, don’t worry,” he said. “Your suit is in my hands. Give me the buttons on your trousers and I will give you a piece of my sausage.”
The Harlequin waved the sausage under Pulcinello’s nose.
Pulcinello sighed deeply.
“It smells wonderful,” he said. “It’s the perfect present!”
Armed thus with the sausage, but minus the buttons on his trousers, Pulcinello went to take his suit to his lady love.
The sausage, however, was too tempting.
Pulcinello sat down on the side of the road and cut himself a piece.
Pulcinello was happily eating his way through the sausage when he remembered his lady love.
“Porca miseria! My suit!” he cried. “How can I forget my lady love!”
Hurrying on his way, Pulcinello arrived at the Lady’s house and knocked on her door.
“Signorina,” he cried, “allow me to present you with this small token of my esteem.”
With an extravagant bow, Pulcinello handed her the sausage.
Overwhelmed by the perfume emanating from his loosened trousers, the poor lady fell at Pulcinello’s feet.
Accidents will happen. But as we say in these parts, if you choose to eat a sausage with chilli, remember to button your trousers before you go out of the house.