Thomas loved apples. He loved them so much he would pick one each day from the apple tree in his garden. His mother would warn him and say: 'I don't like you climbing that tree every day. You go higher and higher each time and I'm sure you will fall!'

But little Thomas didn't listen and one day he reached towards the highest branch to pick the reddest apple when a loud SNAP and SCREAM pierced the quiet of summer. He fell with a loud THUD and a heavy SIGH, the apple clutched tightly in his hand. His mother wailed and his father cried as they carried their little boy inside, there was nothing they could do.

They buried little Thomas right next to the apple tree and years later, when his mother and father were old and fragile, a little plant grew next to the apple tree. It didn't take long before the plant turned into a tree and teeny tiny apples grew on its branches. Thomas' parents smiled tearfully because it was perfect. After all, Thomas loved apples.