Autobiography of a Balloon
I'm a balloon in the shape of a Kiko. I was born just this
morning, given life by the breath of a Gelert, who is the owner of a balloon shop
off the main Neopia street. I look just like any of the other balloons in the
shop, but perhaps by some strange Faerie magic which even I am unaware of, I am
unlike them. For I have a mind of my own.
It has been hours since my birth, and not one
Neopet even bothered to stop by the shop to look at me. A balloon has a very
limited lifespan, and by tonight I'll be gone, shrunk into a tiny ball of rubber.
Which was why I was so anxious for someone to come along and gain ownership
You may not know this, but a balloon loves to
be owned. We are objects of amusement for little baby pets, with the pure and
simple purpose that is to provide hours of fun and entertainment. Baby pets
love us for our sheer simplicity, for we are honest and uncomplicated. Like
my appearance, I possess a very simple dream - that of being held in a Neopet's
hand, travelling around Neopia, giving the pet some joy and satisfaction of
I live to please, and it is my only wish for
as long, or as short, as I live.
At long last, a glimmer of hope came in the form
of a young Lupe. He seemed mesmerised by us colourful and fanciful balloons
of different shapes and sizes. One would think that he would surely pick up
the Chia-shaped balloon after his careful deliberation, but no. Surprisingly,
his large, innocent eyes caught sight of my Kiko pattern, and he seemed only
interested in me, for no matter how long he considered the quality of each and
every balloon there was, his eyes always travelled back to me.
To my delight, he picked me up, and his owner
paid for me.
And so when they came, there were two, but as
we left, we were three. The Lupe grasped the string, which I was tied to, with
his strong paw, a smile sitting unpretentiously on his face as he literally
skipped alongside his owner. It was pure joy just watching how blissful he was.
I was just a balloon, yet he was content with me.
But our comfortable company with each other was
short-lived. All of a sudden, a Kacheek leapt out from one of the alleys and
startled the poor Lupe so much so that he released his grip on my string. Oh
no! I floated uncontrollably upward, out of reach of my new owner, farther and
faster until he was just a little dot standing on the Neopian street. Before
I was completely gone behind the clouds I caught sight of his owner bending
over him, consoling him of his loss, perhaps. My mind was in a whirl - why must
I fly away? Why was my relationship with my new owner so temporary?
The clouds blocked my view from him forever.
By this time, I had given up any hope of ever reuniting with him again. I felt
like crying, but I told myself, "Don't be ridiculous. You're just a balloon.
How can you ever muster a tear?"
Before I had time to continue in my thoughts
an Eyrie swooped past me and for some reason I was also dragged along with it.
It was travelling at such high speed, everything around me seemed like a blur.
Being pulled along by a speeding Eyrie was such a roller coaster ride, I completely
forgot about my earlier sadness. After all, I was moving beyond my control,
and I had to cling on to dear life!
Wait. But what was I supposed to cling onto?
…Then it struck me. My string had been somehow tangled with the Eyrie's feathers,
although the Neopet did not seem to notice that he has a balloon following him
Eventually, the Eyrie landed. Right in front
of him was this odd building, dilapidated and worn from rain and shine, with
its paint badly peeling. A poorly done signboard was nailed above the front
door, and it said, "Pets of Feathers Flock Together".
Just then, a blue Lenny burst out of the door,
spread its wings wide as if to give the Eyrie an extra warm welcome…and abruptly
stopped. He saw me.
"Well, Dave, seems you've got a little friend
there," The Lenny examined me with suspecting eyes. Carefully, he untangled
my string from the Eyrie feathers, and showed me to his confused friend.
"Why, I never realised I had this thing on my
back! Where did it come from?" Dave asked rhetorically, scratching his head.
"I don't know, but it looks cute." The Lenny
seemed to be fascinated with me, as though he had never seen me before. "Let's
bring it in with us."
With that, the Lenny hop-skipped into the building,
as childlike and innocent as the young Lupe. He looked excited to show off his
newfound possession to his friends, and his rapture was extremely infectious.
Somehow I couldn't help feeling glad about his joy that he's found in a simple
balloon like me. My nature to please seemed to have taken over me yet again.
It was a pleasure seeing how even an adult Neopet could be reduced to such endearing
naivety just because he gained a little balloon.
"Guys, look what I found on Dave!" The Lenny
shrieked as he burst into the building. All around were Pteris, Lennies, Eyries,
and some various feathered Petpets. All the other Neopets in the room gazed
in muted awe as they wondered what I could be. Had they not seen a balloon in
Unexpectedly I received more attention than I
had wanted. This was not what I desired, and not what I had expected. Indeed,
it was more than I could ever expect in my short life. And it made me feel doubly
Who was to think that a balloon could come under
such extreme scrutiny in its life? Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared fixedly
on me, and each corresponding mouth or beak gaped in puzzlement as they stared.
It was not just the attention that was traumatizing
me, but Neopets and Petpets alike started shoving their sharp beaks and claws
at me, endlessly poking at my rubbery surface, threatening to pop me, to extinguish
For the first time since I was given life, I
longed to escape the clutches of whoever held me, to flee forever from all this
attention. I wanted to run off, off and away and never to come back. I wanted
to be truly free, free from this world of Neopia, to escape and never ever come
back. The sadness of losing the Lupe and the irritation at having to endure
such unruly behaviour flooded my mind. All of a sudden Neopia seemed not the
best place for a little balloon like me.
But what could I do? I was but a balloon, and
I was most unfortunately at the mercy of the blue Lenny, who showed me no mercy
when it comes to jabbing at me with his beak. It was a completely frightening
Just when I was at my wits' end and about to
relent and surrender to their ruthlessness, a loud voice rang out, surprising
every one of the Neopets and Petpets in the room.
"Let me hold it!" Dave the Eyrie shouted, snatching
me from his friend.
"NO!" The Lenny snapped, groping to regain what
he had come to consider as "his".
"This thing rightfully belongs to me, you Lenny!
I was the one who brought it here. I!"
"Get off, this is mine!"
The two Neopets turned a desire to possess into
a fistfight, shoving, biting, and clawing each other till both had bruises all
over himself. All the other Neopets and Petpets came forward to drag apart the
two pets, in a pretty unsuccessful bid to make peace. Yet the involvement of
the other pets turned it into a larger scale fight, injuring many more innocent
In the midst of all the chaos, someone let go
of his grip on my string, and I floated quietly towards the ceiling, so quietly
not a single soul noticed.
Good, I thought. Finally, I was "free". But how
could I leave this place?
Before I could come up with a proper plan, a
Beekadoodle saw me. My first thought was that everything was over for me, as
she would certainly destroy me, in her attempt to resolve this fight. But she
proclaimed at the top of her lungs instead, "Look! This thing has left our grip.
It is a troublemaker, my dear friends, don't you see? It was the one who caused
the fight - a fight, which we had never had since the day this club was created.
It is a jinx, and it must be driven out of this place!"
Everyone in the room was silent for a moment.
It took them some time, but they finally agreed with the Beekadoodle, and demanded
for my departure. Yes, yes, they were saying. It must leave, it must be driven
With that, the Beekadoodle bit my string with
her beak, and brought me out of the building, then promptly released her grip
on me so that I flew away, into the blue sky.
For once, there was an exhilarating feeling to
it. It did not feel as frightening as when I was separated with the Lupe, but
a certain peace descended upon me, as if reassuring me that all was fine now,
and my ordeal with the "feathers club" was over, and all I ever could do while
in Neopia was done now. I was satisfied.
I was now truly free, and although I knew I could
never please another Neopet again, as I looked at the setting sun in the far
west, a peculiar form of joy still came upon me. It was the joy of freedom,
or sweet liberty, which I was fortunate to taste of, even in my short lifespan.
And I finally felt that my short life here was
worthwhile, even as a simple little balloon.