Rush Write

Time to write!

Just write without stopping for five minutes. Begin with the word "cheese".

Cheese was a power source for the Balondians. They needed it to fuel their cars, light their cities, and play their music. Without cheese, Balondian society would cease to exist. Cheese wasn't just fuel, it wasn't just power. Cheese was life. Where there was life there was Cheese. Where one did not exist, it was likely that the other did not as well. The Balondians needed so much cheese that to them the term "holy cow" could hardly be more literal. Cows were their main cheese producers. While yaks and goats could get the job done as well, they produced a cheese which didn't quite "cut the mustard" so to speak. I guess you could say it was "low-grade". As a result, dairy farms, referred to as power plants of course, were located all over the land of Balondia. On one such farm lived a girl named Russe, said like Roos and not like Russ and perhaps most of all like ruse. She was tiny, oh so tiny, especially when compared to the large cows she spent her hours with. Day in and day out, Russe was among the cows.

While the thought of having a city run on cheese and a tiny girl living among the cows might seem fantastic to you, I must assure you, there were stranger things happening in Balondia. Stranger things, like coins disappearing from the royal treasury, and cheese going bad before it was used. Oddly enough, these strange occurrences didn't begin happening until the arrival of Orlock the Warlock.