Image Description: A glowing river of molten cheese runs through the middle of the scene, forming a dramatic chasm that splits the ground in two.
On the left side stands Lord StiltonSharp, depicted as a stern wedge of blue-veined Stilton cheese. He wears a tall black top hat and sports a moustache, leaning on a cane. Though the artwork shows a traditional cane rather than the lightning-bolt version described in the story, the figure still embodies his cold authority and unyielding presence.
On the right side, the Cheese Family huddle together: Eddie Emmental (tall, fists clenched), Clarabelle Cheddar(triangular wedge, leaning forward in worry), Mini Mozzarella (smaller wedge, nervous but resolute), and Babybel(round, clutching Mr. Squidge tightly). Their faces show fear and concern as they look across the divide.
Above the scene, bold golden letters read: The Cheese Family Chronicles – Volume Three: The Stilton Divide. The whole composition glows with amber and golden light, symbolising the feud that has split the families apart.
Chapter One: The Crack in the Wheel
The Cheese Family had recently moved from Cheddar-on-the-Crumb. It was a drizzly evening in Crumbly Bottom. The fondue fire hissed softly while the Cheese Family lounged on squishy cheddar beanbags, still basking in the glory of the Disco Twins’ national dance victory.
Sir Blue Vein, wrapped in his patchwork storytelling robe, tapped the rim of his mug thoughtfully. “You’ve heard of our great ancestors — the Fromageville Explorers,” he began, “but there’s more to our family line than toasted scrolls and golden wheels. There’s… a crack in the cheese.”
Mini Mozzarella’s eyes widened. “A crack?”
Lady Brie nodded solemnly. “A deep one. Not just in history, but in hearts.”
Monterey Jack Flash stretched his sparkly legwarmers and sat upright. “You mean a family feud?” Sir Blue Vein gazed into the fire. “My older sister, Velvet Blue. She disappeared when I was just a young wedge. She had dreams of travelling, of building a cheese empire that didn’t depend on fondue fires and turning wheels.”
Clarabelle leaned forward. “But what happened to her?” “That’s the thing,” Sir Blue Vein said, voice low. “She vanished. Took her daughters and left behind only a bitter whiff of blue… and a letter. No return address, just three words: Cheese shall rise.”
Lady Brie placed a hand on his. “Her daughters became the Stilton Sisters. You know them well.” Mini and Babybel gasped.
“They were so mean during the Nationals!” whispered Babybel. “They said my sparkles were… ‘common’.” “They are brilliant dancers,” admitted Halloumi Belle. “But I always felt something… familiar.”
Sir Blue Vein looked around the room. “They’re family. Not close — distant, yes — but blood still binds us, even if it’s veined with bitterness.” Babybel clutched Mr. Squidge tightly. “Will we ever see Velvet Blue again?” “I don’t know,” said Sir Blue Vein, unfolding an old parchment. “But I believe this map may lead us to the place she was last seen. To a ridge long forgotten. Where the cheese once split.”
And just like that, the room fell silent. The map unfurled. The wheel turned again. A new adventure — and an old wound — was about to resurface.
Blind Man Makes 