I was 18 years old when my mother spontaneously combusted. As it happened I was enjoying my morning breakfast of Grape Nuts and Lucky Charms coated with melted butter.

No milk was involved.

My Mommy had dropped an Eggo on the floor. Obscenities strained my ears as she and Bobby-Jo, my pet ferret, wrestled over it. I was reading the back of the Mueslix box when I saw a bright flash out of the corner of my eye. Curiously, I ate another spoonful of breakfast. There where my mother used to be, was a pile of ashes.

Bobbi-Jo was greedily devouring the eggo waffle with savage glee.

Since mom was presumably dead, I knew I would have to tell my father. The only problem was I didn't know where my father worked, or his telephone number at work, or his whole
name. I had always called him papa and daddy.

I remembered that he worked at some type of place doing certain stuff. Oh yeah, I kind of remember what he looks like.

After great concentration, I realized...He worked at a store.

I finished my breakfast.

Picking up Bobbi-Jo, I wrapped him around my neck. I looked around to see if I had left anything and then left the house. I knew my papa worked at the store. “How many could
there be?” I thought to myself. So I headed toward the store.

And so, my adventure had almost begun.

Prologue Part II

It was a beautiful day, with the exception of the pouring rain. I looked toward the sky and cried mercilessly, “Why, why, oh God, why!” The pouring rain beat down on my oversized bullum head.

I took a few steps back and to my surprise it was not raining, it was the neighbors sprinkler gently messaging my brow with a fine mist of refreshing water.

I looked to the right. I looked to the left. I decided to head left. Or perhaps I went right. I'm not sure which way I went. I get left and right mixed up a lot, but I went one way that's for sure.

The store was down the street, so I knew if I just kept going down the street I would eventually end up there. Where my dad works.

At the store.

A few days later, I realized my father must work a lot farther than I thought.

Chapter 3

The next thing I can remember I was eating something out of a garbage can.

It was then I realized that I forgot to do something at home. I headed back towards home. Five minutes later I was flushing the toilet in the upstairs bathroom.

I resumed my journey.

Prologue - The Final Chapter

“Come play hopscotch with us,” the rabbit said.

And I would have, but I had just obtained a great deal of money in Chapter two. I don’t know how much it is, but it really weighed me down. Beside, I couldn't hop nor Scotch. “Oh, please mister, gimme a biscuit!” I heard the rabbit cry.

I ran, I ran so far away, I couldn't get away. When I finally stopped I was tired. Where's the bacon grease?” Elvis kept saying in the background. I was hungry. “No
time for food! I gotta find...what's his name...papa.”

Chapter 4 - The Next Generation

“Come to papa,” I said.

The first time I saw her, she was waiting in line for meat at the Deli. I sat in middle of the store isle and sucked on my Mountain Dew.

She turned and looked my way. Then looked away.

She looked back, then looked away.

Looked at me. Looked away.

Looked.

Turned away.

At me.

Back.

Then it was her turn.

“What can I help you with Ma'am?” asked the deli clerk.

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