"By the sight of the horror starting, the son of the farmer woke up with eyes wide open. He felt warm, like if someone scary was chasing him to death, and threw the blanked away from him to get some fresh air. He shook his head saying: What kind of nightmare is this? A giant cheese?! Maybe I worked to long near the smell of the cheese that dad's making. He turned around and look at the digital clock that was standing on the night stand saying: It's 02:00."
Valencia stopped talking, she hoped that someone else could make something from it now. Maybe this could become a good story, who knows?