Stories Inspired by an Image -The Cheese Hunter

 

 

Image created by Helen in Ai

Reginald was a seasoned hunter, he would not stop until he had his prey. He had heard there was a large piece of cheese in the Wenslydale Jungle. The one thing he couldn't resist was a piece of Wenslyedale Cheese.
He had been stalking his prey for a few hours, when he saw his chance to capture it.
"Stop!" he shouted as he pointed his rifle at a very, very large cube of cheese."Don't move, or I'll blast you full of holes."
"I'm already full of holes," yelled the cheese.
"Hmm, so you are. Wenslydale doesn't have holes in it." Reginald blinked and wondered what this strange creature was doing in this jungle. "You're not Wenslydale," he wrinkled his nose and sniffed, but the cheese didn't smell like anything he'd had before.
"Well, that's because I'm Swiss Cheese. Far superior to any other cheese you know. The Cheese straightened himself up. "I'm sweet mild and nutty, just what a cheese should be."
"Ah, but Wensleydale," Reginald ran his tongue around his lips as he remembered the taste, "is subtle, crumbly and has just that tiny hint of honey about it."
"Really," the Cheese raised his eyebrows and looked down his nose. "Well, in that case I'll be on my way." He turned and started to move back the way he had come.
"Wait," Reginald raised his rifle. "I might like to try a bit of Swiss, you never know I just might like it."
The Cheese turned around slowly. "No, no, no, I'm sure you wouldn't, I'm not crumbly and there is nothing subtle about me." The Cheese took a few more steps backwards.
"I thought you said you were superior to all other cheeses."
"Did I? I can't help it if I exaggerate a bit, a cheese has to believe in himself, you know." He took another couple of steps backwards. "I'm a very young cheese after all"
Reginald lowered his rifle, if there was one thing he couldn't stand it was a cheese that hadn't aged. "Off with you then," he waved a hand dismissing the cheese.
The Cheese scurried off quicker than a cheese should go, tripped and a small chunk of him came away from his body. He picked himself up and ran more carefully into the undergrowth of the Jungle.
Reginald walked over to the small chunk of cheese that lay on the ground. Picked it up and took a cautious nibble. "Not bad, give it a year or two. I might be back for it."
For now, Reginald carried on deeper into the jungle for his never ending search of Wensleydale.

©Helen A. Howell