An apple fell from the tree that day and it landed with a thud. All the crickets who live underground cried out, ‘hey what’s all the racket’ the Apple replied with a rather bruised head ‘sorry, I fell so hard I forgot what day it is’. The crickets, being a helpful and kind bunch, scratched their heads trying to remember what day it was. They couldn’t for the life of them remember. Sandra the mother type knew she had dropped the kids to school down by the cliff drop off but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember the actual day. Bob the fatherly cricket conferred ‘yes dear and near the drop off I play cricket, which is on Sundays and that had to be yesterday right?’ Suzet the grandmotherly cricket hushed her son and said ‘No Bob dear that can’t be right as when you play cricket I see the crickets across the bridge and we play bridge,’ she pondered for a moment and realised that must have been ‘two days ago at least’. They stared at each other and at the apple for what felt like two days until Seb the babylike cricket squeaked ‘what does it all matter, we’re all crickets and you’re an apple, and I’m hungry’. The crickets stared at Seb as this is in fact the first thing he has ever said in the history of his life. Bob cried with glee ‘my baby boy, you’re right, such wise words from such a wise young cricket’. They all shouted ‘Let us feast’. And that day, whatever day it was, the crickets came together and feasted on the delicious red apple.
The End
