Who Stole My Cheese?

Elsa loved cheese! Didn’t matter what kind of cheese, she simply adored the flavor of fresh-made cheese, so it was only natural that she would become a fromagere, a female cheese maker. People from all over the world visited her shop in Holland, taking in the deep aromas of the Edam and Gouda cheeses on the shelves.

She enjoyed showing people her techniques for making cheese. One night after  showing a tour group how to make good Dutch Gouda cheese, that she returned to the store to discover that dozen of new blocks of Dutch Gouda cheese had been stolen. The only clue to the thief was a peacock feather found just outside the door of her store.

She did not want to scare her guests, so she made a game out of trying to find the thief. The prize was a month’s worth of fresh Edam cheese. She showed the group the peacock feather and asked if anyone knew what that meant. Nobody seemed to know what it meant.

Then, one of the women raised her hand and said, “There is an American gentleman,Roger, traveling with us who owns a peacock farm in Cookeville, Tennessee. But I don’t see him here. He must have remained in the bus. Is he part of the game!”

Elsa responded, “Maybe he is and maybe he is not!” So, they all trooped outside to the bus. When they boarded the bus, Roger asked the bus driver if it weren’t time to leave, but was told that there was a game being played to find some missing cheese.

Roger started to sweat profusely, and when the bus driver asked him to open his luggage, he tried to refuse. But the driver insisted! There packed among his unmentionables was all of the cheese that he thought that he could smuggle out of Holland, a most unlikely scenario. The cheese was recovered, and the lady gave Elsa her address in the United States, so that Elsa could send her a very cheesy prize.

Written for the Three Things Challenge for the Haunted Wordsmith: cheese, feather, and game



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