The unhealthy pallor of his skin was the first sign that something was amiss
Hungrily, he reaches out grabbing an apple. Biting into it, he awaits the pleasure of the sweet taste. It never comes, yet the juice trickles down his face. He stares at the apple, turning it over repeatedly. What is wrong? Is it the apple?
Tossing it in the air, it rotates freely until reaching the apex of its journey then plummeting to the floor hitting with a loud thud.
The monkey shrieks landing on his shoulder, the golden coin in it's outstretched paw. So, the curse was true then.