Ahh, what a gorgeous day! Iím so thankful for the warm sun! Iím going to lift my
branches high to get all those healthy rays. Well, as high as I can now that I am laden
down with my beautiful apples. Iíve worked hard. Iíve soaked in the sunshine, fed on
the nutrients in the soil, drank the sweet rain. And my fruit, matured to perfection, is
nearly ready to be picked. Iím so proud!
ďLook at me! Hey, everyone, look at me! See how grand I am?Ē Gee, I sure hope
Huh! Whatís that? I hear something... It sounds like... it sounds like... gnawing?
Munching? Oh, no! Iíve got worms! Agh! Theyíre eating my beautiful fruit! How did
this happen? My sweet juicy apples, theyíre getting eaten full of holes!
ďScat, worms! Get out of here! Let go of my apples! Stop that munching!Ē
Iím supposed to bear good fruit, not apples with worm-eaten holes. What will others
think? What will they say? This is bad, so bad. Whatever will I do? Thereís nothing I
can do. ďHelp! Somebody, help me!Ē
Oh, no, Iím in trouble. Here comes Farmer Smith walking across the yard. What will he
think of me? Iíve got wormy apples! What can I do? I know, Iíll hide. No, that wonít
work, Iím too big. Maybe I can just pretend everything is okay and he wonít notice.
Hummm, hummm. Yeah, Iíll make him think everything is just fine, hummm, shake my
leaves a little bit. Heíll see Iím alive and well. ďSee my shiny red apples?Ē Hummm,
Whatís that heís carrying? Not an axe is it? No, its, its... Oh! What is he doing? Heís
spraying me with something! I... I wonder what it is? Will it hurt? No... no, it doesnít
hurt. But is sure does stink! Mmm, it feels kind of good though. Here, let me raise my
branches a bit. Heh, heh, heh, that tickles! Ahh, how cooling. Wow, I feel so
Well, would you look at that. The worms are dropping off my apples! Look at them go!
Aha! Good olí Farmer Smith, he knew just what I needed. Washed and cleansed me,
he did. Zapped those apple-sucking parasites! Yeah! Iíve been set free of those nasty
worms. ďIím free, Whoopee!Ē
Yeah! Watch me go now. Iíll produce a bumper crop this year. Iíll do what I was
planted to do; bear good fruit. Lots of fruit. Many will be blessed by my bountiful crop.
Yes, I lift my branches high in thanksgiving. What a beautiful day! Yep! A glorious
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