I landed in the skip with a crash and could feel two of my legs breaking. The amplifier fell off me and I watched as the volume control broke off and rolled away. I lay there in a rather uncomfortable position, not saying a word. My abusive owners had had enough of me. They walked off with their new, stuck up shiny silver hi-fi in the back seat of the car. They'd moved on, and so it was my turn to set sail to pastures new.
Would I find new owners? I didn't think so. Who in their right mind would adopt a broken hi-fi? I lay there and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited 'til Pwelly came back from duty. When she did she reeled me away to Mathsland. I suffered.
After about 2 months Pwelly, too, was sick of me. She threw me into a skip in which I made my first real friend. He went by the name of Tatung and he was an old computer. As well as me, Tatung had had a stressful life, going from home to home, being jostled and spat at along the way. Me and Tatung had many a conversation to pass the dreadful hours waiting for our fate. He told me about his ambition to find the proverbial cliff which he claims is the heaven for us handmedowns. I sat in silence, wondering if I'd ever make it. "Don't look so wobegone!" Tatung exclaimed.
One tragic day the bin men came and I never saw tatung again. During his last breath before being crushed by the machinery he yelled out to me "Find the proverbial cliff, my friend, the proverbial cliff!" and thus he met his fate.
Soon after that, I was taken away by recycle men. They dumped me under a cliff.
"Don't look so wobegone!" a loud, booming voice called. I looked up but saw no-one. "You have arrived at your destination, welcome" The voice continued. And a sudden epiphany made me fall off my seat! 'Twas the proverbial cliff! If only there was a way to climb up...
And as if he'd been reading my thoughts, The probverbial cliff spoke again. "Climb, my friend, those who believe in me climb!" I was merely a hi-fi! How could ye of little legs climb? Never the less I consulted the orace and used will power to stand up. Then with my two remaning legs I limped up the cliff, jagged rock by jagged rock. Before I knew it I was there, standing at the top looking proudly at the bored nation.
"I now pronounce you, the proverbial hi-fi." The cliff announced. For once in my life, I belonged...