Greetings. I am a hunk of cheese that was left out on a counter until I turned warm. Hobbies of mine include sitting around. Sometimes, for variety's sake, I sit in a refrigerator to get a bit cooler, but I don't like that so much because I sometimes get hard and chunks of me break off. Anyway, I have found that it is my duty to write stories and the such because I must make myself heard in the world, before something happens. Like I might get eaten. That would be pretty sad.

You can see how clearly sad and on-the-edge my life is. Please make me a happy warm hunk of cheese and review what I do write. You never know when I won't be here anymore.

One more thing. Most of you are human. Most of you may ask how I can write, seeing as I am nothing but a hunk of cheese, and a warm one at that. Well, I CAN and I don't expect your human minds to understand.

- From the desk of theHunk Of WarmCheese -