The second the door opened and the really hot air was let out I was too. The cold breeze blowing in through the window I sat on was nice and calming, it was the taunting image of freedom I could never see. I could feel the heat leave me until I was not so hot anymore, that is when I lost all my freedom. I was removed from my happy spot on the window and put onto a very lousy spot on the table. A spoon came down held by a orange hoof and scooped out some of my guts... And ate them!!!!! I don't know what kind of sick bastard comes up and eat other things gut but I have no reason to stay around now. I would leave or cry out if I had a mouth or even a leg, but noooooo!!!!!!! I'm pie. I'm food. I'm halfway gone into this orange ponies tummy. I tried to let out a sigh but ended up facing the same problem as earlier, the only thing to come out was another scoop. Soon I was down to one more bite and crumbs. The spoon came down and in one final bite I was gone.
Welcome to the long forgotten tales of the Apple house hold! I do not mean the apple ponies who live in it but the everyday objects inside the house. Welcome to the story filled with the unknown, tales of bravery and love, sacrifice, but most of all, secrets nopony knows. Secrets told when thought nothing could hear them, secrets that could bring down so many and so much, secrets that could save lives, secrets that you are sure to learn! For the Life of Me... lets hear them!
