Mabel comes tearing into the living room, in distress.
Mabel: ‘Mama! There’s an angry, angry cheese!’
Alice: ‘An angry, angry…cheese?’
Alice: ‘Um…I’m not sure what to do with that information, Mae. That’s…no good?’
Theo: ‘No! I am a happy, happy cheese!’
Sometimes you just have to let them brie.
One thought on “That’s no Gouda.”
Please pre-warn your readers not to drink a glass of water while reading such goodness. My nose just turned into a hose. For the love of all the stray cats in Hong Kong, I heart a beaut punch line.
Ps. Nearly wrote ‘pre-warm’… that’s an entirely different kettle of fish right there.