An Outer Perspective

    "Nice place you got here." Wren looked around, "Beautiful, truly beautiful."

    "Them trees always do look better this tome of year, Ah reckon." Applejack sighed.

    "How about I get a taste?" Wren asked, "Maybe this batch can surpass the best apples I ever tasted."

    "That being?" Applejack asked.

    "Galaxies away, but still delicious. I think I'll stop by next time I can." Wren put her hands on her hips.

    "Ah bet these'll be the most srumdidlydunctious apple y'all have ever tasted." Applejack said.

    "I don't know," Wren said carelessly, "Let's see how things run around here, shall we?"

    "Ah reckon we shall." Applejack tossed her a ripe, red apple.

    "I must say, impressive." Wren said.

    "How'd y'all like them apples?" Applejack bucked a tree, while cascades of red and green fruits fell into baskets.

    Wren stared at the apple, lost in thought.

    "Sometin' wrong, Wren?" Applejack asked.

    "What?" Wren snapped out of it, "Sorry, we have an apple tree back home."

    "Home," Applejack said, "Ah learned tha meanin' of that years 'go. I was just a little filly."

    "You're a good friend, AJ." Wren said.

    "You too, Wren."

    "So are the others." Wren smiled.