An Orchard With Three Thousand Apples

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about an apple, down I go to investigate. My stomach grumbles at the thought of food, but all that greets me is a wall of glass. What’s that three eyed abomination staring at me through the glass? What’s the long queue of people for?Most importantly, where is that apple?It doesn’t take long to get lost in the shuffle of human feet. A glossy black boot licks my sides. The last thing I hear as it comes straight at me, “Ew a pigeon!” Instinct takes over and I fly back up to the tree I call home.I look down at the snaking queue, curious where that apple is. I see people drinking ice cold tea, what a delight it must be in this sweltering heat. I miss the little hill of trees I used to call my home, providing shade and food in this unforgiving heat.The sounds of cheer break my thoughts, I look down and see a man walk out. Two black boxes in his hands, the three eyed a

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bomination plastered on them. Curious, I fly down for a better look.Perched atop a parapet, I watch a crowd form around the man. Cameras click and the man holds high, the two black boxes for the world to see. A smile as wide as his face can take, it seems to be his big day.Three thousand he declares, but of what I do not know. All I see are the two black boxes and the hoard of people, but there can’t be more than a few hundred of them. Apple and orchard I hear again; “This must be it!” I think to myself “An orchard with three thousand apples!”But still, I don’t see these elusive apples anywhere.Uninterested in what’s on display, I take flight once again. I feel my stomach churn, and I hear the gasps below. I look down. The black boxes strewn on the floor and a streak of white runs down the man’s shirt.Oh no, what have I done.</article></body>

An Orchard With Three Thousand Apples

The tree I was born in stood tall on a little lush hill. Now that’s no more and in its place stands cranes and men, digging and burrowing for something I don’t understand.

My new home is not far away, the tree lined street of the busy city center. Bustling with life, it never seems to sleep. Overcrowded walkways and overcrowded trees, tall pillars of glass and concrete surrounds me.

I hear murmurs about an apple, down I go to investigate. My stomach grumbles at the thought of food, but all that greets me is a wall of glass. What’s that three eyed abomination staring at me through the glass? What’s the long queue of people for?

Most importantly, where is that apple?

It doesn’t take long to get lost in the shuffle of human feet. A glossy black boot licks my sides. The last thing I hear as it comes straight at me, “Ew a pigeon!” Instinct takes over and I fly back up to the tree I call home.

I look down at the snaking queue, curious where that apple is. I see people drinking ice cold tea, what a delight it must be in this sweltering heat. I miss the little hill of trees I used to call my home, providing shade and food in this unforgiving heat.

The sounds of cheer break my thoughts, I look down and see a man walk out. Two black boxes in his hands, the three eyed abomination plastered on them. Curious, I fly down for a better look.

Perched atop a parapet, I watch a crowd form around the man. Cameras click and the man holds high, the two black boxes for the world to see. A smile as wide as his face can take, it seems to be his big day.

Three thousand he declares, but of what I do not know. All I see are the two black boxes and the hoard of people, but there can’t be more than a few hundred of them. Apple and orchard I hear again; “This must be it!” I think to myself “An orchard with three thousand apples!”

But still, I don’t see these elusive apples anywhere.

Uninterested in what’s on display, I take flight once again. I feel my stomach churn, and I hear the gasps below. I look down. The black boxes strewn on the floor and a streak of white runs down the man’s shirt.

Oh no, what have I done.