C is for wedge of Cheese

 

From The Adventure Diary of Ollie Bug.

I spent the day battling the Angry Avocados our in the Meadow.  The revolt started because they thought the tomatoes had too much say in the making of the Meadow Guacamole contest.  There we were in the midst of the Angry Avocados and the Terrible Tomatoes trying to pry them apart.  It was tense for a while until the Nacho Chip Brigade rode in and saved the day.

I got home, had a bath and sat with a book, some crackers and a cheese wedge.  I heard a muffled voice in the direction of the plate. I thought it was mice or a lone vengeful avocado.  I heard it again and realized it was the cheese. I told it to hold on while I etched a mouth onto it with a small spoon.  Once carved, the cheese said, “I can’t see”.  I went to fridge for a jar of pimento olives and stuck two just above the mouth.

The cheese looked at me, blinked once or twice and said, “Ahoy there, whatcha doin’?” I said I was reading a story about clouds. It looked at me for some time, blinked again and asked, “Would you read to me?” and smiled.  An Adventure Spider’s work is never done.  I sat there for most of the evening reading to the cheese about different types of cloud formations until I heard snoring.  It’s little pimento eyes were closed and it was drooling a bit.  I tucked the paper towel I had around it and left a glass of water for later in case it got thirsty.