The Adventures of Xylovhone

Chapter 1: Where it all Started

Our story starts on a cold gloomy Wednesday morning. In the bakery section of a grocery store where a garbage boy is collecting stale pastries. Then he grabs the only stale apple turnover and puts it on top of the stack. As he opens the cold creaky metal doors to head outside to dispose of the expired food. The sound of pitter-pattering bare feet "Shoo you disgusting rats!" spoke the garbage boy. Then hissing came from an unknown location. The boy quickly throws the bag of trash in the dumpster. So he would not get chased and bitten by the rats he believed were right behind him coming after his toes.

Then a hobo crawled out from behind the dumpster. "hehehehe fucking wimp- beans! I found one with a fighting spirit." Then the hobo picked up the apple turnover then bits into the almost completely stale strawberry frosted donut. The hobo jumps out of the dumpster and walks it the edge of the sidewalk. "Come to life my forgotten child." whispered the hobo and then the hobo tapped a tattoo of a scrawny scared looking cat. As if the tattoo was just a full container of ink. The hobo's fingertip was covered in fresh ink. Then with the ink, the hobo wrote the apple turnover's new name Xylovhone on a little food-sized name tag. "I must leave you, now my child take the purple taxi. Tell the driver that the Hobo Witch sent you, watch out there will be temptations on your road, goodbye." The hobo started to slowly walk away. All that was left of the hobo was the sound of cold damp feet hitting against the cold wet concrete sidewalk.

Then as the rain started to come down even harder. It mysteriously froze as if time had stopped altogether. Then the ground under the apple turnover started to shake. The apple turnover started to bounce up and down. With a popping sound, the apple turnover grew limbs and a face. When the apple turnover landed back on the ground they found the name tag and picked it up. "Wha?" spoke the confused apple turnover as they admired their new body and the fact they could see, smell, hear, and feel. Just as they were admiring the name tag, two food-sized taxis pulled up on the side of the road.

One of bright new shiny red and the other one was a plum color with rust accents along the border of the car. "Hey you need a ride kid?" asked both of the drivers "I- I don't know. I don't remember what the person said. Something about a purple taxi but I don't know what purple is or what a taxi is." replied the apple turnover "Purple is a color, taxi is a way of transportation for a fee and who told you that?" questioned the driver in the plum-colored car. "Some huge creature with ripped clothes the creature said to tell the driver. That the Hobo Witch sent me to them but I don't know what a Hobo Witch is or might of been talking about." spoke the apple turnover back in response to the diver in the plum car.

"Well, why don't you come with me I can get you where want to go even faster. My car is much newer and faster than that fucking rust bucket. It could break down any minute and leave you stranded in the middle of nowhere." said the driver in the bright red "He is right I might break down at any minute but I can promise that I will get you where the Hobo Witch wanted you to go." spoke in response to the driver to the red car "So which will it be my nice fancy car or that shit pile?" uhhhhh "Come on kid we don't have all day make your choice now." demanded the red car driver

"I don't know you both have really good reasons. And I am really confused because one minute I am being thrown out and the next I have limbs. What is happening to me today? This would have never happened in the bakery, I wish I was back in the bakery." "Well sorry to break it to you but you can't go back to the bakery. The bakery is for fresh foods like him." "But I could take you back to the baker if you come with me. It would be nothing for a food like me to get a food like you back in the bakery." then both of the drivers step out of their cars. The driver from the red-colored car was a Macaroon and the driver from the plum-colored car was an old-looking kiwi with a bug on his head.

"So you're just like me unwanted?" asked the apple turnover to the kiwi "Hurtful but yes we are the old food of the world and if you take my car I can take you to others like us." the kiwi spoke back in a sweet and caring tone. "Wait there are more of us! Are they all like us?" quickly asked the apple turnover with a very excited squeal right after. "So many questions never enough answers take my ride. I will answer as many questions as I can. So which car are you going to take?" the apple turnover contemplated which car to take for a few minutes.

"What are the names of the color of your guys' cars?" asked the apple turnover "Mine is plum which is a shade of purple and his is a bright red." replied the kiwi. Then after a long consideration, the apple turnover finally said "I will take yours" spoke the apple turnover as they pointed at the old kiwi. "Oh, what the fuck! Are actually going to go with that old fucker? He could die from stopping too fast when he is driving. Even after giving you the chance of going back to the fucking baker. The very place you wanted to be not even five minutes ago this is a pile of bullshit." yelled the driver of the red car. "Oh calm down my friend my you were so close today maybe next time." replied the kiwi in a soft calm tone with not even a hint of anger.

As he opened the door for the apple turnover to get in his rusty car. The apple turnover stepped in with a huge grinning smile on his face. After a few minutes, they started to drive the apple turnover and looked out the back window. Just as they were leaving they saw a car pull up to where they were "Hey what is that car doing?" questioned the apple turnover "Uh that is the- the citrus circus' purple car yeah- yeah. Nothing to worry about they kill all who are not part of their group." "Oh ok, thanks! So what is your name and what is that on your shoulder?" asked the apple turnover "My name is Kevin the kiwi and this is Courtney the boxelder bug. I found her as a baby on the side of the road. Now if you don't mind me asking what is that in your hand?" responded Kevin

"I don't really know what it is but here look at it." spoke the apple turnover as they handed the name tag to Kevin "Oh this is your name tag it tells me your name. Oh? it looks like the Hobo Witch spelled your name wrong." "What are you talking about?" "The Hobo Witch put Xylovhone instead of Xylophone." replied Kevin "Oh umm. . . I like Xylovhone much more than Xylophone. It's what is written on the name tag so that is my name" Xylovhone said proudly followed by a quite little chuckle from Kevin. "So those questions you had do you want answers now?" asked Kevin as he handed back Xylovhone's name tag.

"Oh right thank you I forgot for a minute. So where are you taking me?" "It is a surprise but I can promise you that you will feel at home there," responded Kevin. Xylovhone watched the world start up again. The rain started again as the city faded into the background and then Xylovhone turned towards the window and watched the world move around. "So what are we, how did this happen, why am I living?" questioned Xylovhone to Kevin "We are the forgotten foods of the world, the scraps of unwanted parts of food also called F.F. for short. You were brought to life by the Hobo Witch, the Hobo Witch only brings us F.F. to life if we have a mission or goal the Hobo Witch wants us to do." replied Kevin "oh that makes sense. What is my mission" responded Xylovhone "I do not know, no one knows until you find out yourself." spoke Kevin

Xylovhone saw countrysides with dung beetles in the pastures, munching on grass and rolling huge dung balls. Xylovhone also saw caves and saw something dig into the ground too fast for Xylovhone to see. A few minutes after leaving the caves Xylovhone falls asleep. Hours pass "We are here kiddo. . . The Kingdom of Neglected Foods."