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Herbert the Brie

Once upon a table stood a Brie. For some reason, the Boris family (for it were they that had bought the cheese) had named the cheese, Herbert. Herbert decided that he didn’t like it on the table so he decided he’d go for a walk using his magic legs that he had just sprouted.

He got as far as the first door when he realised he was a little too short to open the door. Actually, he was a lot too short, because he was a brie. After two hours of jumping up and down, trying to reach the door handle, he noticed that there was a window open.

"If only I had wings, like Mrs Boris's special towels!" Thought Herbert, "Then I could fly to the window and fly away to a wonderful place where I could be happy!"

It was at this exact point that Mr Boris found Herbert and took him back to the table.

"Bugger!" thought Herbert

Then Mr Herbert took a big knife and cut the Brie and spread it on a cracker. The Other Borises joined in as well, and soon all of Herbert had been eaten.

And no one felt sorry for Herbert, because he was a cheese.