Apple
There once was a boy who bit into an apple, releasing its blessed juices. He found the apple to be so delicious that he desired more.
With apple in hand, and the fruit’s taste still fresh upon his palate, he retraced his steps to the tree that bore his sweet treat.
Alas, the tree’s boughs had been picked clean. The boy stared at the tree for a moment, confounded as to how something so delectable could be so scarce.
He deserved another.
In anguish, the boy spat on the tree’s roots and shouted, “If I cannot have more, I refuse to have any!” He hurled the near-whole apple at the naked tree, spoiling what he had treasured in a breath of fury.
The boy turned his back and forgot the taste of the apple he bit but once.
