Biting the Apples

October 23, 2012

     The contest is over. They had more barrels. We lost. Apple Acres is gone. We, the Apple family, are gone. What now? We can't all go move in with Braeburn, so who goes, and where do the rest go? All this worry is making me sweat. And now the brothers are offering their cider to the whole town. The non-Apple family cider, even though  we grew the apples. They love it. "Better than I've ever had," they say, "Glad we've got Flim and Flam." There is no one to turn to.

-Applejack