This is the story of two powerful families, the Tomatogues and the Cheesulets, who by the force of their enmity nearly destroyed the fine city of Pizzonia. Young love, from which could spring goodwill and a spirit of reconciliation, was in this case spurned and corrupted by mistrust, fear, and not a little envy. The two families' feud had burned for so long, no one remembered exactly what started it, or how it had started at all. Both families, being quite wealthy, took precautions to never go out alone, lest the opposing faction catch them unawares. Even so, one night the youngest son of the Cheesulets, Formaggio, was walking alone one night when he heard soft singing from a balcony somewhere above.

Following the enchanting sound, Formaggio turned into a short impasse stopping short as he spied the most entrancing beauty he'd ever had the fortune to lay eyes upon. Tomatulette, the youngest daughter of the Tomatogues hadn't seen Formaggio, and so her customary shyness didn't forestall her singing, as it most certainly would have otherwise. She sang softly, while brushing out her long, tomato-red hair. As if under a spell, Formaggio slowly moved out into the center of the small court below, and the movement caught Tomatulette's eye. 

"Pray thee, who goes there!" she called out, startled.

"Please forgive my temerity!" replied Formaggio as he raised his hands palms out to assuage her fears, "I was drawn by the beauty of your singing, and mean you no harm. Please lower your voice, else your guards may come and give chase, and I would not leave you so soon."

Tomatulette blushed her customary red, "You speak well for a knave, but what would you say of me if I weren't to call the guards this instance?"

"Were I truly knave, would I have revealed myself to thee, or rather rested in the shadows watching, " Formaggio stopped himself from approaching any further, "And of you, I would rather say nothing at all so that I may hear you sing again instead..."

For several nights, the two would meet in the evening hours, as Formaggio concluded his clandestine walks, and Tomatulette brushed her long red hair. When they discovered the unfortunate truth of their respective births, the two decided to marry before their families could discover their forbidden dalliance. Thusly, the heirs to the Cheesulets and the Tomatogues were united in Pizzonia, the ringing bells attested to their union. The era of the Cheese and Tomato Sauce pizza had begun. Their two families became fast friends, and the city of Pizzonia prospered.
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