The sun blazed over Mount Cheddar Valley as the Young Kulfi peeked out from behind a holed cheese rock, his peach cheeks flushed with excitement. “This is the Parmesan Desert? Fi!” He whispered, clutching his lassi flask. The heat was significantly lesser than the Spice Ridge, and this was something to say...

A distant clatter echoed - Cheesebird chatter! The Young Kulfi scrambled forward, his tiny paws slipping on dust. There, atop a wheeled carriage, a young Cheesebird struggled to guide six of her kind over rusted railway tracks. The Young Kulfi instantly approached. “I can help! Fi! My tail’s strong!”