Once there was a tree who loved a little boy. As the boy grew older, he would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, and play in her shade. Even when the boy grew into a man and took her apples to sell, the tree was happy to be of use.
Once there was a tree who loved a little boy. As the boy grew older, he would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, and play in her shade. Even when the boy grew into a man and took her apples to sell, the tree was happy to be of use.
Once there was a tree who loved a little boy. As the boy grew older, he would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, and play in her shade. Even when the boy grew into a man and took her apples to sell, the tree was happy to be of use.