He raised his nose, trying to breathe in the aroma filling the air. He felt as though it was swirling invisibly around him, ringing him in circles of its delicious enticement and gently sweeping through thin air, making its way through his nostrils. He sneakily hid behind the door trying to peak into the confinements of the room, where the smell originated from.
The sight that met his eyes had popped them out of their sockets with utter amazement. He gazed at steamy cookers, as the mysterious people with towering, white hats pushed chopped orange carrots, fresh spring onions, spicy green chillies and blood red tomatoes in it. His eyes moved up and down with the juicy, rich chicken pops as they were thrown into the air and then came falling like snowballs back into the sizzling frying pans. His gaze now switched towards the yummy, multi-coloured cupcakes as they were pulled out of the hot ovens and being decorated with velvety, melted chocolate, which was dripping from their edges. His eyes looked towards the left now, where fragile, crystal wine glasses were being poured with transparent pink, foamy, fizzy drinks with little ice cubes drowning into them. The sharp knife, while slicing the fine, brown bread loaf caught him by his eyeballs. Slightly crispy from the edges, the bread was ready to be plated with simmering, garlic steaks. He stared at everything dreamingly, as his eyes drifted slowly towards the corner of the kitchen, slowly up the little cupboard and stopping at one place, stunned. His pupils dilated, as he saw what he loved the most in this entire world. It was then that he knew he never could resist temptation.
He rubbed his eyes and hazily lured closer to have a better look. It seemed like ages since he saw it. Its yellow, glistening texture was melting his heart away. It was right there in front of his eyes, not in one form but many. He saw it chopped into pieces, in different colours, in noodle-like shapes and even in square-shaped slices. He knew that he had to get to it, and his temptation was enough to drag him into the kitchen. Racing his way between those tall figures, just like a racing car, he meandered towards the cupboard.
He was getting closer and closer now. He could feel its smell enriching his nostrils, moving into his veins and making his mouth watery. Moving closer to the cupboard, slowly watching it from a corner, he tiptoed towards it. He was really close now. He sniffed as he breathed insanely into its rich, creamy aroma. His brain was confused on whether to take just a little piece for now, or take a little more for later too. With trembling hands, he carefully touched it and slowly cracking a bit out of it. As, soon as he held it in his hands, the loud, bang of feet on the kitchen floor, made him instantly jolt back.
He was caught red-handed by a fat, greasy man, who now stood before him, glaring at him with his enormous, spherical eyeballs. The man’s face was turning red now, scaring him. His mouth was gradually opening into a huge ‘O’ now. Suddenly, a terrifying scream pitched through the man’s vocal cords, pushing him back in the air. Alarmed, he now stared at man bobbling away screaming, wondering quizzically what could have made this gigantic, scary man run away from a poor, little mouse and his tiny piece of stolen cheese.
