Hi, my name's Jack, and I'm an apple.
I wasn't always like this though, in fact, I used to be a cook, a darn good one too. So what is a sentient apple doing in a land of colourful horses? Beats me, but at least I can still speak. Maybe I can convince the natives to send me home.
neat story and i can honestly say i have no clue where you are going with this story short of suddenly due to reasons our apple is not a apple anymore which would be kind of sad. i hope to see what you can come up with. favorite and upvote have been earned