It was a cold and dank Thursday.  Around 11:23 in the morning.  There had been a heavy fog since daybreak, on Bennygood Commons.  You could scarcely see your paw in front of your face.  Let alone… your brand new wheel of Old Cheese.

This was a problem for Carl, the Queen’s finest mouse.  He had promised to bring her a nice piece of Old Cheese from the his family’s Cheesery.  And indeed he did.  But as he was wheeling it toward the Queen’s Big Palace…. he faced before him… the Hills of Bennygood Commons.  Steep hills.

He didn’t quite know how he would ever get the wheel over all the ups and downs.  But he gave it a go… and he pushed and he pulled and he huffed and he puffed.  To no avail.  There was no good way for him to move this cheese wheel by himself.  It was much, much too big.

Then he remembered what his Mamma Mouse told him a long time ago.  “You don’t really ever doing anything in life… all by yourself.  Somewhere, somehow…. someone has helped you along the way.”    And there he had it.

Carl’s best friend was Doris… the Cook of the Town.  She was a good mouse.. and would do anything for Carl.  So he went to her hole in the wall of town… and asked Doris the Cook if she could help.  “Of course I can Carl.  I have a helicopter out back… which I use for the Grilled Cheese deliveries.  We shall fly the cheese wheel over the town and hover directly above the palace.  There, we shall lower the cheese.”

It was a great plan and they did just that.  But… just as they were nearing the palace walls… a great storm blew in.  Doris held tight to the steering stick on the Chopper.  She would not be moved.  They swerved wide and low and up again.  Finally, she hovered right over the courtyard and lowered the cheese.  Carl cheered and shimmied down the rope. “Thank you Doris.  You are a true friend, and I shall buy you a Strawberry Parfait tonight!”

So. The Queen got her Old Cheese.  Carl kept his promise, as the Queen’s finest mouse.  And Doris enjoyed Strawberry Parfait that night after she closed the diner.  All’s well that ends well.

Which just goes to show you…  You Can’t BUDGE a COOK from her HOVER.

Certainly not Doris.  Not any Day.