Provender

an "interests" drabble for Mistral

by Kathryn Andersen

It was orange, not the honest yellow of a proper Cheddar, but an unnatural shade of orange. They were all that colour, row on row of them. Giles shuddered. Orange was fine as a colour, but it just wasn't right in a cheese. Red Leicester was the exception that proved the rule.

This wasn't to be borne. A week later, a parcel arrived at his door. He opened it reverently. There they were, an assorted selection. He stowed them safely in his refrigerator.

Not safe enough.

"Oh, I threw it out. It was mouldy."

"You threw out the Stilton?!"

Americans!