The Fall of the Cheeseman..

The end.

The weak morning sunshine woke Patricia up, she yawned and started stretching her aching body.

..I'm so tired today, wait, WHAT? Sumerville?

In a flash, everything hit her.

What, what, what, what, WHAT? The Stinky Cheeseman? No way, he's supposed to be like, a good guy though!

Then how do I explain last night? The sparkly unicorn? The chickens?

The wind started moving faster, soon there was a miniature tornado surrounding her, the words of the Cheeseman whispered on the wind; "I'm coming girly, I'm coming, and this time you won't escape. I'm coming girly, I'm coming, and this time you won't escape. I'm coming girly, this time you won't escape.. I'm coming.."

A shiver ran down Patricia's spine.

The horrible smell of rotten cheese grew stronger.

He's a pyscho, he'll never really hurt me, he won't. He's just some insane pyscho that really needs help.. He won't hurt me. .. right? But what if he does? What if he does hurt me? A sudden wave of determination ran through her, If he dares hurt me, I'LL RUN HIM OVER WITH JUSTIN BIEBER'S CAR! 

"Yes! That's exactly what I'll do, I'LL RUN HIM OVER!" Patricia started ranting.

"I'm not afraid of some stinky piece of insane cheese that watches carebears while praying to some goat god about being the next Elvis! Not afraid of him, not at all!"

"Hey girly, who said I watched carebears?" The Cheeseman asked annoyed.

Patricia jumped about a mile into the air, she was so caught up ranting she didn't even notice the piece of stinky cheese.

"Told you I would catch you. Plus, you should be glad, I charge extra, this time I even brought my own butchering knife, and salt and pepper!" said the Cheeseman.

That's when Patricia lost it, there's only so much a 10 year old can take.

"YOU! YOU FILTHY PIECE OF CHEESE WHO ABDUCTS MAGICAL PONIES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT DOES NOT DESERVE TO LIVE, IF ALL YOUR GOING TO DO IS ABDUCT MAGICAL PONIES AND EAT CHILDREN!" Patricia yelled.

"I ACTUALLY VALUE LIVING, AND MY MAGICAL PONIES! SO DON'T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING!"

Patricia then summoned her inner Patricia Reese-y-ness and hijacked the nearest car which had teletubbie stickers all over the hood, got into the drivers seat, revved the engine, and drove straight at the Cheeseman.

The Stinky Cheeseman's eyes grew so large, he had never, in all his career of eating children, and stalking polar bears, and scaring old ladies, had he ever encountered inner Patricia Reese-y-ness, and he, for the first time in his life, was scared to death. He saw Patricia open the car door, he saw the car coming towards him at an alarming speed, but all he could do was stare in absolute shock.

"YOU-- YOU STUPID CHEESE!! YOU SUCK PONY CRAP! JUST HOW MANY CHILDREN HAVE YOU ATE?! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! ARRRGHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!" And with that ferocious war cry Patricia ran the car over the Cheeseman, flattening him. The Stinky Cheeseman, dead.

To this day, you can still find a yellow some-what stinky smudge on Highway 92..

And that, my friends, was the Fall of the Cheeseman.