Oh such ecstasy. The pungent smell of well aged cheese. The strong flavor unique to cheese from over the water. Carson's nose hadn't failed him. The remains of a plastic wrapper showing a windmill proved the cheese had come from a long distance away.
Carson's second, third, and fourth bites were progressively larger. His belly felt like he had swallowed a marble. A yawn escaped his lips and he considered taking a short nap right there in the trash can.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb... the sing-song voice of Diana, the youngest member of The Family, floated through the kitchen.
Panicked, Carson hauled his now considerable bulk up through the trash.
Thanks (I think) to Stephanie for providing the phrase in bold.
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