Kaiel had been sitting patiently on his bottom in the middle of the kitchen for what seemed like and enternity for the poor starving kit. This was the third day this week that his "cousin" Seth had completely left him on his own and vanished into thin air and Kaiel just didn't know how to make anything to eat.

The first day he accidently ate some dishwasher stuff he found in the sink cabinets and although he got terribly sick soon after he still rummaged through the same cabinet forgetting that it wasn't a place where food was stored.

The second day he finally figured out how to climb up to a higher level where he could smell something sweet in a bag on a counter. After poking his head into the bag and eating all the chocolate covered bread inside he suddenly felt dizzy and sick yet again. He fell off the counter he was on and woke up an hour later to an older noodle's voice ranting at him. The noodle scratched him on the face, leaving a mark and scampered off growling.

Today, however, he was determined that nothing would go wrong. He had gotten a package of microwave popcorn that he could read and recall the directions to and made sure he entered the right time on the microwave. Now he'd have to sit and wait. Although, it was taking longer than he thought. He wasn't sure if 1:30 was meant for a minute and thirty seconds or an hour and thirty minutes.