an apple tree
>la tree
It is an apple tree. It has some apples on it that look inviting, and some on
the ground around it. It still has some leaves on it, but quite a few have
already turned yellow and fallen off. This young tree has still plenty of
years ahead of it, barring accidents and vandals. This apple tree was planted
by you in 915. You still remember that summer and how young and foolish you
were then.
>pick apple
You pick an apple.
Ahh, the first ever apple from the tree you've planted yourself. You can only
imagine what wonders it holds, and what a miracle of life it is. You polish
its cheeks, and it shines a marvellous light. You can't wait to taste the
beauty -- will it be sweet, bittersweet, or just bitter. You can't help but
think of life in general, how it can be sweet or bitter, but to never try is
even worse than the occasional bitterness.