The king of noble girth said, "you there, victualer, have you procured the food for the upcoming wedding feast?" "No sire," he meekly replied, "I did not know how much of each i was to get." "Listen carefully, and do what i say," growled the king. "one hubdred eighty head fo bird and beast, you are to cook my great feast. 500 feet they have to stand on, the number of each you now must stand on."