The apple bomb
Henry loved food. Peas, eggs, waffles, toast or whatever was on his plate he would voluntarily eat it. He wasn't a fat boy, his mother made him run a couple of laps around the house to keep in shape.
His most favorite food of all was apples.
In the forest, somewhere in the forest was a huge apple tree. Every day, Henry would climb up on one of the trees and swing from its branches and its apples all day. Apples had the warm, sweet and tingling sensation that played on his tongue and that made apples his favorite food. He thought that every single apple tasted different, smelled different and looked different. Though, the fruit made him act rather peculiar. He would dance around, laugh at the apple because it was so small, defenseless and it would never escape his widening mouth from eating it up and sometimes he would play ball with his apples, only to eat them later.
The apple eater would disappear mostly in the mornings and afternoons to go to the forest. Mother and father only wondered how he got so fat in just three meals for seven days so mother made him run extra and do pushups. He kept the secret of his apple trees because he was afraid that father would gate the entire forest so he couldn't go over. So on and on, and everyday….eat, run, eat, pushup….
Eat, run, pushups, eat, eat, run, pushups, eat, run
Henry grew very tall at the age of fifteen; he had somewhat of a muscular build of running, pushups and climbing trees. Girls his age (and probably younger) would sigh and swoon whenever he would pass by. He was a very good looking at his age, though he never gave any thought of it and he hardly cared.
The apple trees grew so tall in time that Henry didn't have enough strength to climb the large trunk and pick the ripe apples. In defeat and deeply sad, Henry stared at the red spheres hanging on the branches, mocking him that he couldn't pick them. Henry tried everything to knock out at least one apple down, bumping into the trees, slingshot, trying to poke to off by using a long branch but everything failed.
Then Bing!
The idea came into his head as the apple he was trying to pick off bonked on his head. He ran home with the fallen apple halfway shoved in his mouth. He started to plan the invention right away. He was going to make an apple picker. He figured that in order to get all of the apples before winter was to knock all of them down at once. He was going to make a device that would strongly shake the apple trees. Using materials from his room (and stealing a few things from his mom's bathroom) he fixed the bomb. Well, it wasn't going to really explode, just a violent vibration.
Making an additional three for the other trees, he rushed back into the apple forest. He snagged each bomb to a different tree, setting the timer for five minutes. He went far from the trees and covered his ears.
Three, Two, One
Sure enough, a loud vibrating noise came into the air. Startling dozens of birds and one angry moose, he looked up. He frowned; it wasn't shaking the tree like he wanted it to. In disappointment, he started to climb on one of the snagged trees to retrieve the device. The noise was so loud that it was nearly impossible to get the ringing device without covering Henry's ears. Somehow, with his eyes closed he clicked the switch to cut off the noise but it didn't work. The device kept screaming at Henry as if it didn't want to leave the apple tree. Henry opened one eye to reveal that he put the switch on the high level to maximum ringing noise. Henry fell out of the tree in shock.
The device jumped up and down, the tree began to shake but the apples didn't fall off.
SPLAT
Next thing Henry knew that he was covered in apple guck from head to toe. The device shrieked one more time before dying. All of his beautiful apples were gone.
The device exploded when it was too much to handle. The noise actually made the other devices bomb as well. The ground, the trees and poor Henry were covered in broken pieces of apples. Henry groaned
Not because his precious apples were gone, How can I explain this to mother?
Oh, Henry. Its ok, I like bananas better. :)
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