At the orchard, Olivia made a shocking discovery; all of the apples were gone. With her head down in disappointment, she slowly started walking back to her bike when all of a sudden the tree behind her started to talk.
“Why are you looking so blue, young lady?” the tree said.
“All the apples are gone!” Olivia cried.
“Well it is almost winter and most of the apples were already picked.” The tree replied.
“But I need only one apple!”
“May I ask why only one?”
“It’s for my grandma. She makes the best apple pie and she needs five apples, but only has four.”
Trying to make sense of Olivia’s dilemma, the tree ponders for a minute and half, muttering nonsensically. The tree looked back down at Olivia and finally responded “I think I can help you Miss”.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, her eyes widened as she replied “Yes?”
The tree picked a perfectly ripened apple from the top of its head and offered it to Olivia. “ It’s one of my best apples.”
“Thank you, mister!” She exclaimed.
“Make sure you give me a slice of that wonderful pie the next time you come around!”
Olivia put the apple in her coat, got on her bike and rode away to her grandma’s house.
The next day, with a slice of pie in the basket on the front of her bike, she rode back to the orchard only to discover that the tree was gone.
**I know it's a little longer than most of the tiny stories I do, but my imagination went wild when I saw this drawing from Yiling http://hitrecord.org/records/537901