When Grandpa had a lot of sooshkas, he noticed that everybody took a slice of cheese and grew thoughtful after that. Grandpa didn’t like cheese that much, but he decided to try it anyway. He had a tiny slice, but to nibble cheese was not that much fun as it was with sooshkas. “Ah, too bad they have no pets at home! If they had a dog or a cat, I could give the cheese to them and nobody would notice. And now I’ll have to have it myself. No, it doesn’t feel like home if you don’t have a dog.”
Suddenly everybody was startled at another door bell.
Vovka was awaken with a sunray that was playing on his face and the pillow, stroking his eye-lashes and cheeks. “What bright sun!” thought the boy, stretching.
“Sleeping sound with his blanket ar-round,” purred Curdfritter ironically.
“Did I get up late?” Vovka was surprised. He had always been an early riser and did his exercises every morning.
“Up is the sun, the day’s begun; the time you’ve lost will never come. Don’t stay in bed, young fellow! Wake up and wash your face, and I hope your jour-rney won’t be a mess. But fir-rst you should eat – who knows, maybe you’ll have to fight in a battle.”
“Do you think I’ll have to fight? But with whom?” asked Vovka when he sat at the table.
“No one knows the villain who the cows has caught, but he should be by any means down br-rought. Besides, if the Cheese Fair-ry br-rought you here, ther-re is no one who could find her except you. A br-rave boy like you by her magic bound will have ever-rything lost sur-rely found.”
“I only have to find a telephone to call Mama, so that she would not worry. She doesn’t know why I’ve disappeared and is worrying now, and probably crying.”
“What is a telepon? Is it a bell of some kind that you are going to r-ring?” Curdfritter was puzzled.
“No, it’s not a bell at all. Do you mean you do not have telephones? How do you contact with those who live far away? Do you write letters or send telegrams? Or, perhaps, you have a computer. Then I’ll write to Mama an e-mail, I know letters.”
“Good morning!” said Cheese-eater, coming in. “I’ve been busy about the house, managing everything and giving to every fairy-tale what they need. Here is your fresh milk, help yourself. And what were you talking about?”
“I am telling him one thing, he is talking about another-r. I’m tr-rying to see what you mean, so don’t talk like a fool to me. Ele – what are you going to wr-rite?”
