Chester wasn't like the other cheeses in the fridge. They were all smooth and yellow cheddar, perfect squares ready for sandwiches. Chester? He was a crumbly, blue cheese! He felt a little sad. 'I don't fit in,' he sighed to a little carton of milk.
The milk, whose name was Millie, giggled. 'But Chester, your blue swirls are beautiful! They look like tiny night skies!' Chester had never thought of it that way. He usually tried to hide his blue bits.
One night, the fridge light went out! All the cheddar cheeses were worried. 'We can't see!' they cried. 'How will anyone choose us for a snack?' But Chester, with his blue swirls, glowed softly in the dark.
His blue bits weren't just pretty; they *shone*! He lit up the whole fridge, like a tiny, cheesy moon. The cheddar cheeses could see each other, and even find the pickle jar!
‘Wow, Chester!’ exclaimed a cheddar cheese named Carl. ‘You’re amazing! You’re like a little nightlight!’ Chester beamed. He wasn’t sad about being different anymore. He was special!
Just then, a little girl named Lily opened the fridge. She smiled when she saw Chester glowing. 'Mommy, look! A sparkly cheese!' she said. Lily’s mom chose Chester for Lily’s crackers, because he looked so fun and interesting.
Chester felt so proud. He learned that being different wasn't bad at all. It made him unique and helpful. Millie the milk winked at him. 'See? You're a star, Chester!'
As Lily drifted off to sleep, dreaming of sparkly cheese and friendly milk cartons, Chester felt warm and happy. He knew that even a crumbly, blue cheese could shine brightly. And that’s a very good feeling to have before bedtime.