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What are they doing? I cautiously asked.
The magnificent mighty-mighty-cheesiest-cheese dance, she whispered, and do not get too close.  
Frenzied children were throwing each other on the ground, dragging friends around, making trails.
Throwing cheese at their parents, who were laughing, nervously, in an unrelaxed way.
Their grandparents were at the picnic tables too, discussing whose offspring’s offspring was the cutest,
The smartest, the most cordial, the happiest, the best.
A flying cheese sandwich went winging past Grandpa Joe’s nose.  He put his hand up and caught it with a baseball mitt that was covered with cheese.
“You aren’t eating that!” Grandma said, sternly, but then he cut the cheese
And pointed at grandma, and everyone started laughing so hard,
They forgot to watch the children, who were now covering their slightly annoyed pets with cheese puffs, cheese sprinkles, and cheese sauce.
“Not in his eyes!” one of the parents yelled.
Someone else cut the cheese, and it all began again.  They announced there was a tie for cheese queen,
So two of the grandmas began to wrestle on top of a hunk of a cheeseburger for the title, which was difficult as there was so much slippery, sliding cheese sauce on the ground.
The cheese queen contest was a tie when they both ended up gloriously covered, and still came up
Laughing. Another successful Mighty-Mighty-Cheesiest-Cheese Festival in Cheese-ville!
Unfortunately, they were so cheesy, the cats got them one by one as they left the mouse hole.
The good news is, their pet ants, cautiously slunk away in the spatter of cheese, unscathed.

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