On a farm in upstate New York, there's an apple tree. This apple tree produces beautiful juicy, sweet Fuji apples. The sweetest juiciest apples came from this tree year after year. One season an apple began to form at the top of the tree. She was hugged by the sun and kissed by the rain. She loved home but longed for somethin more. She just needed The Hands to take her away like she saw happened to the apples. Everytime The Hands came she would puff out her chest and try to show as bright as ever. Each time she watched other apples taken in the Big Brown Thing and wondered where they went.
The season began to change and get colder. It was almost time to go back to sleep for the year. She'd try again the next year. Well the Hands came one more time. Today was her day. No more sleepin durin the cold months. She'd live. The Fuji, puffed herself up and turned the brightest she could. She concentrated so hard that she didn't realize she shook the branch she called home. Finally she felt her stem break free. She thought "This is it. I'm goin to live. Find what what goes on beyond this tree". Unfortunately she wasn't picked by the Hands, she had fallen. She landed wit a soft plop on the ground below. Our lil Fuji just figured she was in the Big Brown Thing and let out a sigh of relief. She finally got what she wanted. She was trampled underfoot...
