Literature
In The Apple Orchard
"What kind of animal is doing all this to our orchard?"
Grandpa owned an apple orchard. My brother, Joel, and I lived down in the city, so we hardly ever got to visit them. But, when Mom and Dad had to leave for a teacher's conference, and because the conference was so close to where our grandparents lived, they had dropped us off at their place. I for one usually don't mind staying down at the orchard for a few days, but we had found the farm in completely shambles. All I was certain with was that it was apple season, and there were no apples.
Well, the apples were there. But they were eaten. As if we were living in some so