la tree > This apple tree has grown, and reached a size proper for a small
tree. There might be some more apples for you to pick, but be generous and
leave some for others, too. The tree has survived for so many years, it would
be shame if a passing miracle-maker would curse it for not having some left
for him. Its leaves are mostly yellow, at least for the part that is still on
it. The rest are covering the ground, and more brown than yellow. 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 apple of the year from your
very own tree. Or, not your own tree, but the tree you planted with your own
little hands. The tree is ownerless, a master of itself -- if that makes any
sense. You polish its cheeks, giving it a nice shine. Not as shiny as the very
first apple you picked, but close. You reminisce that moment for a bit, and
let out a sigh: 'To be young again...'