Maykover the Moehog was not normal. From her very first day in Neopia everyone teased her.
Her only sibling, Steve the very popular Chia was always mean to her and never appreciated anything she did. Everyone
thought she was weird. Rightly so, as she only had one friend in the whole world, her Pickled Eyeballs.
"It's rude to stare, you guys. C'mon, let's go home and play tag," she'd often say to her jar. "I'm so lucky I have you
guys looking out for me."
The Pickled Eyeballs would always blink a few times to let Maykover know that they felt the same way too, and she would
loosen the lid to let a little of the fresh Neopian air in. It was a perfect friendship.
Things went on like this for a while, that's until Neopia discovered Pickled Eyeballs as a delicious treat...
Author: Neopets Staff|
Date: 14 Jan.
...and claimed that aged Pickled Eyeballs tasted the best.
"This is Kathleen the Anchor-Kau reporting a new trend," boomed on the announcer. "Pickled Eyeballs have
swept Neopia! In Faerieland, they are eating them with a light garnish and streaky bacon. On Mystery
Island, they're eating it smoked. In Happy Valley, they are eating Pickled Eyeball Popsicles. And
finally, in Tyrannia, they're eating it raw! Yet a recent poll shows that Neopians like them aged the
Everywhere that Maykover went, people popped the new snack in their mouths, and licked their lips at
when seeing her jar of Pickled Eyeballs. "I'll never let them eat you," Maykover whispered to the
Pickled Eyeballs one morning. "Never, never, never."
But keeping her promise continually became harder. At home, Steve tried to steal her Pickled Eyeballs,
and made mean comments when she caught him.
"What kind of weirdo would keep snacks as friends?" he sniggered nastily. Then, he answered his
question. "Only Maykover the Maniac Moehog!"
At hearing this, Maykover leapt up angrily, hugged her jar of Pickled Eyeballs tight and shouted...
Date: 14 Jan.
..."NO ONE IS GOING TO EAT MY PRECIOUS PICKLED EYEBALLS!"
The Pickled Eyeballs blinked once or twice and Steve just shook his head. "Eventually, you're going to look at your
Pickled Eyeballs and say, gee, those sure look delicious."
"STOP THAT!" Streams of tears were falling down Maykover's bony cheeks. "I love my Pickled Eyeballs! They're my
friends! I would never let any harm come to them, and if you're going to continue to try and devour my friends,
well, I'm running away, forever!" And at that, she stormed out of the house with her eyeballs and ran towards
the Hills of Jub. She had hoped that Steve was going to stop her, but he never even said a word.
"I can't believe these people," she said silently. The eyes looked up at her and blinked. "Why would anyone
like eating Pickled Eyeballs? It's cannibalism if you ask me."
She stopped and popped open the jar to let her friends get a taste of fresh air. "There you go, my blinkies."
A wondrous scent filled Maykover's overlarge nostrils. "Mmm, what is that exquisite smell?" She sniffed the air
and tried to find exactly what smelled so delicious. The eyeballs looked at her nervously. "I believe that's
enough," she told the Pickled Eyeballs as she fastened the lid tightly onto the jar and held it under her
Date: 14 Jan.
..."I can't take it anymore! The smell, the wonderful smell... it is you, my friends. Why do you have to
smell so exquisite? I can't, I won't, I will never eat you! It is wrong of me to even think that way?!"
In the back of her mind she could hear Steve saying, "You can't resist it. Give in. Eat them. You will find
them most delicious! Just try one. You know you want to! Besides, there are two... one for me and one for
She couldn't control it any longer, so she opened the lid and...
Date: 15 Jan.
...immediately closed it again, realising what great wrong she was doing to her only friends in Neopia. They
had been her only "companions" when no one else wanted to be. They had "comforted" her when she was called
names by everyone else, and she was paying them back like this?
Never, she thought, I'll never allow my friends to be eaten, not even if I was starving and they
were the only edibles left in all of Neopia. Even if they smelled so enticing... looked so delicious...
SMELLED so good....
"NO! NO! NO! There I go again. I must stop this," she shouted.
"I mustn't give in... mustn't give in, let them say what they like, these eyeballs are my friends. I WILL
NEVER GIVE IN," she repeated to herself as she fell asleep near a tree with the jar of eyeballs beside her.
The next day, when she woke up, the jar was open...
Date: 15 Jan.
...Maykover immediately jumped to her feet as she examined the jar. It was empty. The lid was nowhere to
be found. "No," she mumbled softly. Had she eaten her only friends why she had been asleep? "No," she
repeated, her voice rising slightly, "No. No. No." Tears filled her eyes, but then she heard a soft noise
nearby. She strained her ears and listened as the sound repeated itself. It was coming from behind a
Quietly, she hurried over to the tree and looked behind it. There sat Steve quietly munching on something.
The lid to the jar sat at her feet and the delicious, sweet smell still hung in the early morning air.
When she saw Steve, she began to tremble, rage quickly rising with her. Taking a deep breath she shouted...
Date: 16 Jan.
..."WHAT IN WORLD OF NEOPIA DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!" Steve looked at her as if he saw the Pant Devil.
"Why, I'm eating dried prunes!" said Steve. Maykover looked at the jar, it was filled with prunes, dried
prunes. "Then what happened to my jar of eyeballs, then?" said Maykover. "Do you want to know?" Steve was
talking Maykover into doing something she wasn't supposed to do...she knew it. "Go to Kauvara's magic shop,
steal me a Tornado in a Bottle." Maykover was right. But, on the other hand, she would do anything for her
She went into the magic shop, took the potion, and slipped it into her pocket. and headed out the door. "Hey!"
Uh oh. "What are you doing?" Maykover looked behind her, and there was Kauvara, her stare was harder than stone.
"Do you WANT to go on the banned for life list?" She took a paper from her pocket "This sheet has 83 signatures
on it. And you'll be one of them." Maykover had to sign the list. She knew it. That was a day she didn't forget.
"STEVE! YOU GOT ME INTO TROUBLE! I'M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN!!!!!" Maykover was as hot as lava. "Whoa, I
didn't mean it! I'll walk you home as a sorry." Maykover tried to calm down. "Okay, but I don't EVER want to
hear the word Chia, AGAIN!" Steve walked Maykover home, and then they saw it...
Date: 16 Jan.
...just a tiny glimmer of white but she'd recognise those eyeballs a mile away (two actually)!
She raced over the fresh land down into the Valley Of Jub and fell headfirst into the warm grass clutching the
eyeballs to her heart and rolling about in joy--she didn't care if she rolled all the way to the VirtuPets Space
Station. She had her friends, her buddies, her blinkies!
Steve soon caught up with her and shook her back into reality. "Maykover! Get a grip! You're embarrassing..." Steve
broke off, something was flying towards them from behind Maykover.
The Light Faerie landed with a delicate flop on the soft grass. She peered out through sparkling eyes and her hair
seemed to be brighter and more refreshing than the sun.
Steve, being the super cool Chia, he was thought the faerie had seen him and decided to come down from Faerieland
to say "Hi", but as Steve took a step towards her, she simply looked straight past him and whispered gently...
Date: 17 Jan.
..."You are in great danger, Maykover. Gus_the_Greedy Blumaroo and his gang are coming now, ready to eat the last jar of
Pickled Eyeballs in all of Neopia. There is a shortage and those Pickled Eyeballs you dearly love so much
are the only ones left." With that, the Light Faerie fluttered away. Maykover was in shock. Steve, known to listen
to other Neopet's conversations, laughed hysterically as he styled his hair.
"You really shouldn't believe her," Steve said through his laughter, "I mean, Gus_the_Greedy Blumaroo and his gang! You've
got to be kidding!"
"I guess you're right; Blumaroos aren't greedy at all and they wouldn't be out in the forest this time of day," Maykover
agreed. But she had spoke too soon--behind a rather overly plump shrubbery, out jumped...
Date: 17 Jan.
...three Blumaroos, all rather large around the stomach. They circled around Steve and Maykover licking their lips.
"G-g-g-gus_the_Greedy Blumaroo gang!!!" stammered Maykover.
"What?" said one of the Blumaroos, "We are Eddy_the_eaters Blumaroo gang!"
"Hah! Gus the greedy indeed!" snorted another Blumaroo, "They are the only thing we hate more than famine!"
"Don't forget Asparagus!" added the third Blumaroo. They all glared at him.
"So, if you are not Gus_the_Greedy blumaroo and gang, who is?" asked Steve.
Date: 18 Jan.
..."Yes, and we shall capture the one who has the Pickled Eyeballs!"
"Oh no!!!" Maykover shouted. "Do something, Steve!"
"Well, come to think of it, they DO look tasty. Gimme some!" demanded Steve.
Among all this madness, Maykover started to cry. Then she saw a flash of light. It was the Light
Faerie again! "I have something that can help you." The Light Faerie fluttered her wings, and several jars of
Pickled Eyeballs appeared before Steve and the Blumaroo gangs. But their response was shocking!
"Yecch! These taste terrible!"
Later that evening, the news came on. "This is Kathleen the Anchor-Kau confirming an earlier report. Apparently,
the Pickled Eyeball craze has faded. I have got word from two Blumaroo gangs and a very popular Chia, that you all know as
Steve, that they actually taste terrible! Nobody will eat them now. Back to you in the studio...."
So Maykover's blinkies were safe in her hooves, and Steve never bothered her again.
Date: 18 Jan.