tigermilk

Aniseed didn't remember dozing off in the tree, but when she woke up, it was dark, and she was indoors. She had been dreaming all night, that she had been sleeping in the most amazingly soft bed, except she kept dreaming that a cow with a bad case of flatulence was sleeping on her head. Then she woke up and realised why. Everything stank. She was lying somewhere strange. It was cold, and moist, and smeely, and soft. It was in her hair and between her toes. This odd gunk. And then she realised. Of course. It was stilton. She was sleeping in a stilton. Not an ordinary stilton of course. An extraordinarily large, and extraordinarily overripe, and stinking stilton. She saw that Ted had even given her a little pillow, and a note, which read