The Fox and the Cheesecake
Once upon a time there was a cheesecake, a very large cheesecake sitting at the end of a street. Walking along the street came a fox, who saw this enormous cake and thought to itself. “What is this, a cheesecake, I have never eaten a cheesecake before, I didn’t realise they were this big oh how tasty” and he began to sniff it. He sniffed all around it, he sniffed under it at its biscuity base and he sniffed the air around it, taking in the vanilla aroma of the cake. Then a mole popped out from the creamy top of the cheesecake.
“Do you mind” said the mole “this is my cheesecake, I am living in it for the time being and eating it from the inside, please could you stop sniffing all around it!”
“I will sniff where I like” said the fox “and if I want to eat some cake then I will”
“Oh!" said the mole, "if you do take a bite, mind your teeth, you wouldn’t want them to get hurt”
And then the mole popped back inside the cake. The fox started to think about his teeth, what did the mole mean, this was possibly the softest cake he’d ever seen. But he did suffer toothache not too long ago, and the pain was terrible, there might be stones hidden inside the cake to trick him, oh dear, and the fox took one last sniff and walked away.
As he was walking away he couldn’t stop thinking about the cake, he was imagining the smell of, what it would taste like, he could of licked it, he was getting more and more worked up. He got himself into such a frenzy that he turned right around and ran straight back.
When he got there the cake was gone, and in its place was the mole, with a very full tummy. The mole was lying on the floor holding her tummy breathing a bit heavily, she said to the Fox.
“Could you help me up and walk with me to the park, I am awfully full and I could do with a hand”
“No!” said the fox, “I will not help you up and I will not help you to the park”
“Why?” Asked the mole
“Because you tricked me”
“Oh ok” said the mole and she waddled off to the park.
That night the fox found it hard to sleep, he tossed and turned, from one side where he thought about the cheesecake, and to the other where he thought about the mole. Eventually he gave up trying to sleep and he went over to his desk and decided to write about how he was feeling.
Oh I’m a strange fox
There’s no one like me
If only I’d eaten the cheesecake for tea
And maybe I should’ve taken mole to the park
Now I’m sat here still awake in the dark
He felt much better after he’s finished his writing then he sat in bed, closed his eyes and emptied his mind falling asleep.
When the fox woke up he felt much better, and he took a walk down the road. Before long would you believe it he came across a giant pizza. The fox smelt the pizza, it smelt so good, it had a thick crust with cheese and tomato all melted on the top with steam rising from it. When the fox put his nose really close he could feel its warmth, and then suddenly a mole popped out.
“You again” said the fox
“Me again?” Said the mole
“Yes you again”
“Oh you’re that fox who wouldn’t help my sister to the park, you know she can’t see that well, and she wasn’t exactly the most mobile yesterday. All the moles know about you, would you mind not sniffing my pizza. I’m living in it for the time being and eating it from the inside.”
“I will sniff where I want and I will eat what I want said the fox”
“Oh will you” said the mole
“Well a word of warning, watch out for your tongue.”
The fox thought for a minute and then decided he wasn’t going to be tricked again by a mole, and took a huge delicious bite out of the pizza. The crust and the cheese was really chewy, and the tomato was especially messy, and fox licked his lips. While he was chewing the mole popped out looking a bit concerned. The fox couldn’t say anything because his mouth was so full but he did start to feel something on the tip of his tongue.
“You see” said the mole “I probably should have explained earlier, us moles like our pizza very spicy”
The fox swallowed the pizza, and said “WATER”.
“Sorry” said the mole, “just finished my last bit”
And the spice became overwhelming for the fox and he started to run with his tongue out around the block yelping. He ran for three hours, and finally exhausted he collapsed next to a pond in the park with his tongue dipped in the water. He walked home and collapsed into bed.
That night just like the previous one, the fox couldn’t sleep very well. He tossed and turned thinking about the pizza and the spice on one side and the the two moles he’d met in two days on the other, until he woke up and wrote down how he was feeling to make himself feel better.
The trick that I thought
Wasn’t true
I’m incredibly lucky who knew
Now me and the moles
Have a chance to console
As long as I sleep the night through
The next morning the fox woke up and felt much better. It was a very lovely spring day and so the fox took a walk, and before long he came across a giant doughnut. It was the kind of doughnut that had sugar sprinkled on the outside and a jam filling, the fox had once found a smaller version in an open bin, and his mouth watered at the sight of it. As he was getting used to a mole popped out.
“Mind you don’t get any of your drool on my doughnut” said the mole “I’m living in it and eating it from the inside, oh you’re that fox who ate a chilli from my cousin’s pizza and got all red in the face, are you alright?”
The fox stopped drooling “Yes I am thank-you”
“My cousin isn’t the best at explaining things, he should have told you earlier knowing about you foxes and your delicate tongues and noses”
This gave the fox an idea, and he ran off to collect small bits of herbs from peoples’ gardens and also with his sensitive nose picking plants nobody had even considered herbs yet. He took them all home and cooked the most delicious meal for himself. Then he wrote down the recipe and pinned it up against a tree for everyone to read. It was the talk of the town, everyone loved his recipes. The fox did this every week for a year, and when he’d finished, he collated them all into a book, a book of delicate well balanced healthy recipes.