My little helper fell in the cheese vat.

[Madame Frottage]

This is really awful, because it all started on a high note when I took a trip to Africa, in the deepest part of the Congo which you may know has a rich historical tie to Belgium, and was delighted by the warmth and love of the dark-skinned natives there. I befriended one, Naquitshaqueque and her lovely daughter Masaya. It warmed my soul seeing their joy, their glittering pearly white teeth contrasted by their big black lips, thick as cigars, and cracked from the heat giving such character. I jiggled and danced with them, and then saw a beautiful opportunity, to take little Masaya back with me to Canada, and work as as my maid of all work, primarily to churn the famous Frottage cheese, since Quincy's dead, and my hands are brittle. So I paid the mother off, took sweet Masaya back with me, and gave her what seemed like a golden chance to learn something useful and distance from her beastly, Godless upbringing.

Sadly, today I was petrified to discover little Masaya didn't report back to me, and when I went into the churning room, I noticed there was an obstruction warning, and surmised the silly girl slipped and fell into the molten cheese, due to her carless niglegence. This batch of cheese will have a decisively sinewy flavour to it, and could harm the proud Frottage reputation.

[MitzaLizalor]

My response must be circumspect given your lack of Scriptural support in this instance. A first post really should reference God's perspective, even in the Belgian Congo.

Congolese exports are very limited – but do have a reputation for quality. Unless a communistic administration has taken over their agricultural sector. In this case I'd suspect your Masaya had been distracted by "bling" such as ruby dental implants in/or a gold plated Ferrari. From my travels, these are not commonly seen in Africa and perhaps where you live has much similar frippery: a simple walk one evening to purchase your cigars could well find her distracted. I am praying for Revelation from Christ to turn back the juju.

[Madame Frottage]

Since you asked for a Biblical reference - I suppose this one jumped out at me.

Exodus 21:26-27: If a master hurt a slave's eye or knocked out a tooth, the slave was to be set free as compensation for the injury.

There are problems here. Obviously, Masaya wasn't a slave. I purchased her from her mother out of their own free will! I refer here in archaic context in respect to today. Also, I didn't hurt Masaya directly. The silly girl slipped on her own accord while I was having a bath. My hope here is that her soul is now set free to float to the gates of Heaven, that she turned to our beloved Virgin as her skin boiled with scorching liquid cheese, filling every orifice, nook and cranny.

[Madame Frottage]

At any rate I've sent Naquitshaqueque a gift basquette of Frottage cheese as way of consolation, though it may or not be the slices that contains what's left of her daughter. Noblesse oblige.