Apple of His Eye
Once upon a time there was an orchard which produced the most beautiful fruits in the land. Planted in rich soil, the trees had always yielded fruits of high quality: The ‘Apple of the Gardener’s Eye’, otherwise called Apple, was the fruit of the highest quality. He was pure and was never affected by any pests or citrus diseases – neither the commonest nor the most extra-ordinary. From time to time, the soil was ploughed and only nutrients from the gardener were used to maintain a steady balance. Apple was therefore free from any toxic substances.
One day, Apple realized that rather strangely, earlier than usual, the scent of the sun was getting feint. Suddenly, a mighty wind hit the fruit from it’s stem, and blew it in a wilderness. Apple missed the sweet ‘tweet, tweet’ of the birds and crickets croaked at nights around him.
Apple was followed in the wilderness by another fruit, Ugly, the wild fruit full of evil seeds. He was disfigured and could hardly be recognized as once being a beautiful fruit. From its early years of fruit development, Ugly had always tried to destroy Apple. But Apple was wise. Ugly thought he now had a good chance to perish Apple: “It shouldn’t be long before I get ya”! And so he stretched out his magic wand and in his usual pretentious voice said:
“Sweetest Apple looking awfully withered,
Here you are in this powerful blizzard,
Use your Magic, and turn the stones;
Into a meal to warm your bones”.
“I will not”, you greedy good-for-nothing”! said Apple. I feed on every ounce of food from the gardener’s orchard basket”.
“A little tough eh”, thought Ugly, his bad seeds shaking up and down inside of him, “Let’s go “! he said stretching out his wand. Then there was a loud ‘boooooooom’ ! as Apple flew to the pinnacle of a temple and bounced up and down before finally landing. Carefully, he listened to Ugly:
“Apple, Apple of the gardener’s eye,
Looking around just like a spy;
Now make a j u m p, you’ll not be hurt,
There are gardener’s windbreakers, you will not burst”.
Apple did not move.
“Well, ain’t you gonna jump, silly “? said Ugly, under his skin. Apple replied,“Not, is your favourite word, isn’t it? I remember you told Eve ‘you will not die’. And now ‘You will not burst’ is what you are telling me. You crafty, half-green, half-ripe, bitter fruit, do not test the strength of my gardener”.
Ugly was furious but tried to conceal his frown. He was hoping that Apple would jump and burst so that he could laugh until all his evil seeds shook and then he would have said, “What a big burst”! Without another thought he cast another spell and there was a loud ‘zooooooooom’! as Apple landed on a mountain peak where Ugly showed him all the beautiful orchards with sweet fruits of all kinds and wells of water. Ugly said in his most pleading voice:
“Sweet Apple, please, please fall down,
Lo longer am I wearing an awful frown;
Worship me, I’ll give you a l l as gratitude,
Say that I have the most b e a u t i f u l attitude.”
“Now, that’s a little too much”! said Apple
“I give praises only to the gardener:
Do you really think I am that perishable?
Now b l o w away!
Apple’s words struck Ugly and he wanted to squash Apple. He was frustrated and decided to disappear but before he did he tried casting one more spell. “I’ll teach ya a lesson”, he said in his most evil voice:
“So-called Apple, remain on that spot,
Stay forever and rot and rot;
Scavengers day by day will peck,
Soon you’ll be the perfect wreck”!
“How dare you”! said Apple as the wind blew stronger. Then at last came the windbreakers from the good gardener and shielded Apple safely home. He could smell the scent of the sun again. For forty days and forty nights, for him there had been no sunshine and too much rain. The wind blew gently as the friendly birds began to sing:
The apple still has its stem
The stem is on the branch;
The branch is planted firmly in the root
The root is in the ground;
Windbreakers are all around
And the gardener is all around.
And for many years there lived Apple, the sweetest fruit in the orchard.
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