How will I know you're a good person if you don't give me any cheese?

Here is a story about cheese: Once upon a time, a girl got snowed in. She was snowed in with her best friends, and they had a fantastic time. Well, they had a time, anyway. They shoveled snow, some more than others. They watched many movies, maybe a bajillion. The girl stayed up too late, due to ennui. This went on for a lot of days, like three, until finally the girls had to go to the store. The girl (the main one, the one this story is about) was not as terrified to drive as many had feared; in fact, she drove very well, though she felt dizzy at the end. "Cheese," thought the girl, as she drove. "I need cheese!" When she finally got to the store, she followed her impulse to the full--the cheese was on sale! She got muenster cheese, colby cheese, swiss cheese, mozzarella cheese, and two kinds of cheddar! She was so happy. Then the girls went home to enjoy their groceries and get snowed in for two more days. The End.