This tale was born in a fridge. Of course, if you're making pizza, you need mozzarella, and when making pizza one day, I had opened the fridge to get the mozzarella out, when it struck me how similar the word 'mozzarella' is to 'Cinderella.' One thing led to another. Of course, 'Mozzarella' had to be a mouse princess, with a skinnier sister called Zottarella. Their older sister, the heroine of this story, is called Raclette. King Geramont and Queen Emmentaler burst into my brain, closely followed by Geramont's wicked brother Morbier and his handsome but stupid side-kick, Mars Capone. Did I mention that I like cheese?
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