Okay we apples might not have the same "problems" as say you humans, but we still have them! Yeah, you worry about making enough money to pay for your toys and those fancy skins you all have.

But do you have to think about if you will find yourself stem deep in a mixing bowl staring a beater in it's grinding little teeth, trying to make you into an apple sauce. The feeling of a sharp pain of the cold steel of a knife, slicing and dicing through your tiny defenseless body, just so they can back you in a warm holiday pie, served with a side of vanilla ice cream to wide-eyed, slobbering dirty pawed monsters. So things seem a bit trivial now don't they!

I sit here among a pile of my closest friends and family. It is sort of a monarchy of this produce section. The bigger

So I sit here among the smaller bruised and discarded apples, the bottom of the barrel. We talk about the weather, local gossip and amount of water we got this morning.

I know "one of us a day keeps the doctor away," and if this helps great. But to us that's just one day closer to the big apple orchard in the sky. Even though it's not easy being us apples it is a simple life. So if I have to go, may the path be lined with a golden brown crust, a dusting of cinnamon and the richest, most tantalizing vanilla ice cream they have ever made. And may this apple bring a smile to your face.

As I said, sitting at the bottom of this pile all I can think about is how bad we have it. The whole bum dope we got with the poison apple and witch thing. It's not our fault that some old hag had a personal vendetta against a pasty skinned white girl. It's not our fault that there are psychos out there who thinks it's fun to slip

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