In there lies the cheese; Sniffing. Enticing. Drawing.
Yummy - calling out loudly.
Should resist. Should be gone.
But the urge...oh, the urge...so hot.
Can this be a trap? Maybe.
A furtive glance all round.
The coast seems clear. Safe.
But why in there...in that glassy thing?
What's it called again?...
ah, yes, a bottle.
Sniffing. Watching. Waiting. Vibrating.
Haven't had a decent meal in days.
In there, danger. Out here, hunger.
Think. Think. Think. Quick. Quick. Quick.
I can do this. Fast in. Fast out.
What's the worst thing that can happen?
Hungry and alive. Satisfied and dead.
But the cheese smells so delicious.
Craving trumped caution.
Made a mad dash for it.
Hardly in when the bottle closed.
A determined sound. Too bad.
Well, at least I've got the cheese.
Instantly gobbled it up - And calmly waited for an unknown fate.

(c) Ikenna C. Igwe