The apple just sat on the table motionless. Well what did you think it was going to do move, apples don't have legs you know. Anyway the apple was just sitting there and all of a sudden it stood up. The weirdest part is it doesn't have legs. It looked at my and I couldn't believe what happened next. "I am an apple do you not like my round buttocks." Can you believe it an apple with a French accent, unbelievable.

"Ah what are you talking about you don't have one."

The apple stared at me in amassment. "Then were do we empty our bladder." Now it was my time to look surprised.

"You don't have a bladder. YOU'RE AN APPLE!" I yelled the last bit confused.

The apple started to cry. I wonder if apples tears are what makes apple juice. I got a glass from a cupboard. Picking up the apple I hovered him above the glass.

"What are you doing. I am a apple I demand to be treated with respect." I ignored him and threw him out the opened window. Screw him. I took a sip of the tears. It tasted like apple juice definitely. So next time you have a glass of apple juice remember an apple cried for that juice you ungrateful evil people.

THE END