It had been a long, arduous trek to the top. The sun had still been fairly high in the sky when he first set out, now it was beginning to set, painting the sky with a hue of golden orange.

Pikachu gasped and panted, finally having reached the topmost branch of the tree. He could almost touch the sky from where he stood now, but all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Then a flash of red caught his eye, and he remembered why he'd chosen this tree in the first place, chosen to climb so very high.

With a renewed burst of energy, he reached forward, grasping the apple in both paws and plucking it from the branch. Satisfied, he moved to a sturdier branch and sat down, biting into the fruit with unreserved joy. Crisp, juicy, tart.

Definitely worth the effort.