About an Apple

Let me relate you a story about an apple. A big juicy apple ... yum yummm. We were on the bus ride home from Vivocity. Papa and I were sitting in a seat in front of this girl and her papa. You know me, when I'm restless, I start finding things that amuses me. So as the story goes, I began playing peek-a-boo with the girl behind me. We were having so much fun when her papa gave her an apple to munch on. It was a lovely apple. A big red juicy apple … that made the sweetest crunch when the girl bit into it. Oooo ... I can just taste it in my mind again. As I looked lovingly at the girl eating the big red juicy apple, her papa realised that I was watching the apple, wanting the apple, waiting for an apple. So he fished out another one of those monster apples and I eagerly stretched my hands to get it from him. Papa was by now giving me his "comical-disapproving" face, but he eventually thanked the nice man for the apple. With an apple in hand, I quickly sat down to munch down on the luscious fruit. Since I don't have enough bite power, I began scrapping the apple and what a heavenly taste it gave. I was right about the fruit when I saw the girl eating it. It made a soft crunch when I began to bite little pieces off as I got a grip of the white flesh of the apple. It was delicious!