"One afternoon," continued Eloise, "Jacques made two dozen small pyramids of goat cheese. He put them on a tray, then set it on a shelf so the cheeses could ripen. In the meantime, Marie was making cider; she gave Jacques a big glass of it to taste. He took several sips. 'The best yet,' he told Marie. Just as he was about to lift his glass again, he glanced out the window and saw that Chevy was trying to escape into the woods again. He set the glass down on the shelf next to the cheese, and ran outside.
"When Marie headed down to the house, I stayed in the barn... I was sure I'd seen a mouse earlier, and wanted to have one more look around. I was almost ready to give up, when I noticed something moving on the shelf near the cheeses. I jumped onto the shelf, ready for action.
"Unfortunately, I'd forgotten about Jacques' glass of cider, and knocked it over when I landed. The cider poured into the tray and surrounded the cheeses. The mouse scampered into a hole in the wall. I couldn't believe it; what a mess I'd made! And that wasn't the worst of our luck that day. As it happened, Jacques fell and broke his ankle chasing Chevy through the woods. It was several weeks before he came up to the barn to check on the cheeses.