Galette des Rois: La Fève

This morning I awoke to find more than half of what had remained of the galette gone. Seeing that M. has gone about it with a furious efficiency exceeding my expectations, it was with some surprise that I found the fève sitting in the sink with the mornings dishes. It was a surprise also because its unfamiliar form had initially led me to believe some horrendously large bug, or some small frog had died in my kitchen sink. Recovering from my irrational and disproportionate fright, I could see that the fève is a charming little donkey.