Once upon a time;
There were an apple tree and a little boy.
The little boy of our story always played under that tree and talked to it like a best friend. He climbed the apple tree sometimes to pick apples, lay down its shade, and made beautiful memories.
The little boy grew up, and he had no time to do all those childish plays with the apple tree.
One day the apple tree said to the boy: “Come and play with me.”
The boy replied: “I don’t like to play anymore. I have more important things to think of, I need many kinds of stuff for my life, and I don’t have money for it.”
The apple tree said: “You can sell my apples and buy what you need with the money.”
The boy liked the idea and picked all the apples and sold them and bought…
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