ONe day the cheese took flight. He wore a bright smile. LIfted his eyes, and when the fridge door opened, he leaped onto the slab of raw pork, jumped onto the bottle of milk, soared over the broken bars of chocolate, and off he flew. First out of the fridge as the child reaching for a can of coke gasped in amzaement. Then into the kitchen, as he flew over the pots and pans. Swept by the breeze, he sailed out of the kitchen window into the clear blue sky.

The crows were amazed, and in their shock had forgotten that cheese could be eaten. The cheese never felt more alive. He soared over busy highways, office buildings and schools. He felt the clouds, heard the silent rumbles in the morning sky which few ever paid attention to. He saw the pieces of newspaper tossed by the trash in the wind. He heard children shriek on the playground. The sun chatting with the moon in the sky. The leaves rustled in the breeze. He closed his eyes and let the wind take him whereever.