Alfie the apple hung from a tree in a field that was green and wide every day that apples were picked Alfie waited his turn to go inside "Why won't you pick me?" Alfie cried a questioning look on his face "Am I not the brightest red you have seen hanging around this place?" ''I want to see what is behind the doors where all the apples go. I want to see what is to become of me; maybe I will win the show." But every day, the selectors picked and every day, they went around, even choosing the little ones lying on the ground "Good god," shouted Alfie "what have I got to do to get in your basket? Have I got to yell and scream until my voice is past it?" When, all of sudden, he at last was picked, taken to the shed looking very confident, of course they smashed and pulverised him and turned him into apple sauce https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUAx5dpB5cTGXM4rUPltAVqjnNRoc1VSzcqV21f-Db3DKZFUGJKUV1Je9IJa...