Cheese

Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #6
Location: Village of Fromagerie Fantastique
Date: The Day the Dream Came True

Dear Journal,

Dreams are real. I’m sitting at a tiny café table wiff Dougie, surrounded by cheese.

Gruyère. Brie. Camembert. Roquefort. Some wiff truffles. Some that crumble. Some that melt just by looking at them. I’m not even sure all ob them are legal.

Dougie and I wandered deeper into the cheese village, following our noses, and each turn rebealed another delicious surprise. Shops filled wiff cheese wheels stacked taller than we are. A cheese fountain! A soft cheese so stinky we had to wear tiny clothespins on our noses!

And then—we saw it:Le Musée de Fromage.

That’s French for “cheese museum.” I’m not crying, you’re crying.

Inside was the map. The map. A giant wall-sized chart of ebery cheese maker in France. I pressed my paw to it like I was touching legend.

Fish would hab fainted. I took notes for his map. I took a rubbing. I took a napkin and drew my own bersion. We are now officially on the Cheese Tour ob Destiny™.

We ended the day at this cozy table inside a cheese shop. Teddy picked a triple-cream. Dougie is currently doing a dramatic reading of a Brie label. I don’t want to move. I might be made of cheese now.

More tomorrow, unless I roll away like a wheel of chèvre.

—Reuben

P.S. I saved you some Roquefort in a napkin. Don’t tell customs.