My tale begins in a field, a large and quite field, where wind would blow in the leaves of an apple tree.
That apple tree was huge, humongous, touches the skies and way more. The apples that grew in it weren’t anything in the ordinary. They we’re girls. Pretty as they are, pretty as they get.
Boys came and go, to take their own apple with them. To pick her in the tree, as equal as there courage and strength would be. But most of the boys didn’t get really high up in the tree. Scared to fall, scared of being hurt. So they usually took the apples from the bottom, the rotten ones.
The apples from the top began to think that something was wrong with them… that they weren’t worth it.
But the apples from the top we’re the sweetest and the loveliest apples in the tree. And some day, a brave little boy will come for them, knowing that they truly are worth it!

I am the queen of apples! Little Apple, am I ^^

Unknown "Red Elf" Loving - 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago