Once upon a space, in a land of pillow-top mountains, and gum drop rain clouds there was a tree on top of a really tall hill. Tourists often acknowledge it as a mountain, but the locals just let them leave with their misconceptions in their photograph devices.
Anywho, within this tree that was on top of the hill, there was an apple that was listening to the orange and wrinkled leaves tell him how he was soon to be ripe.
"If I'm going to be ripe, then who am I right now?" inquired the apple.
"It's not about who you are, as soon as you are ripe you are going to fall down like your ancestors and mine alike," whispered the leaves in the breeze.
"But I don't want to fall, I like it up here, how do I stop myself from becoming ripe?" questioned the apple.
"Always with the questions, just let the wind flow, it knows where to go," the leaves softly said.
"How do you know the wind knows? What if it's asking the same questions I am?" asked the apple.
"You think too much, there is nothing you can do to prevent the coming present..." the leaves trailed off as they spoke because a burst of wind blew them off into the apple's horizon.
"But I have so many more questions!" The apple exclaimed as it leaned forward trying to reach for the wind.
When from below he heard an old voice struggle to yell, "Stop all that moving or you will fall like the rest of us."
At this the apple looked down to see the graveyard of apples strewn across the ground.
"What the?!" the apple began to squirm trying to look away from all of the death.
"Didn't you hear me kid? Stop moving so.." As the old apple was speaking a gust of wind blew through the tree and knocked the apple off.
"NOOOO, NOO NO, I want back on the tree, I'm not ready, this isn't fair!" the apple pleaded to the wind as he plunged towards Brokenrottenvilletonlandfield.
Just as the apple was moments from certain death a second burst of breeze cushioned his fall and pushed him to the edge of the tall hill.
"Someone made it!" The old apple yelled as half the population of Brokenrottenvilletonlandfield cheered halfheartedly, or maybe wholeheartedly, they just have half a heart left.
"What do you mean?" the apple asked as he was teetering on the edge.
"The leaves were right you ask too many questions," the old apple struggled to say.
"You have a chance to spread our seed elsewhere son, now go and enjoy the ride."
The apple barely heard the end of his sentence as he began falling backwards.
"Oh no not again, goodbye tree, goodbye old dirty apple," the apple wasn't as dramatic through this fall, he had already accepted an end so this time it wasn't as scary. Though he kept his eyes closed the whole time he was falling so he didn't notice that he had been rolling down the hill for most of the "fall".
As the apple reached the bottom of the hill you noticed a town not too far from the base of the hill. He thought it would be a nice place to hang out for a while. But he was rolling too quickly and he zoomed through the town nearly unnoticed.
His speed may have ruined his chances with the first town, but luckily for him after a night spent rolling on the road that bounced along the beach as if the builders were playing with the tide like a child runs from waves, the next town wasn't too far away .
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