Apples from the neighbours

Its was an old apple tree. Not much of them were left after the plage two years ago. On the very top they found a single ripe apple. It was hanging there like it makes fun of them.

" Mikkey look" Volatair said in a assuring voice, "I bet you all of our bags of flour you cant climb that tree and get that apple down safely." Michael cracked his fingers and dusted off the brown fabric he made himself into some pants. "All of your flour sacks, hm?" Michael took off with one big jump, reaching the first branch of that old tree. "HA! I bet you can't even reach the first branch!" Michael smiled triumphantly, climbing up the rotten bark. It took him a few seconds, pinching together his eyebrows and angrily ponder over his reation. Mikkey always gets him angry. Should he go for it? He certainly knows he's no good at climbing. "Ah screw it" Volatair thinks to himself, taking a few steps back to wind up. He Starts running towards the tree. "I bet all of your marbles,if you still have them, I reach that apple first!" Both boys loaded with extase, climbing up the very much dangerous, old, rotten apple tree. Michael with his big head start reached the apple seconds before Volatair. "Here for you" Michael hands Volatair the apple, "I earned my bread for today." Volatair defeated but still smiling "You know I was joking right? No chance my father let me give you all the flour." "You are a cheapskate Mr.Bigmouth, aight?" Michael laughed, "At least bring me some of your moms plounder, it's the best!" "Will do- thank you for the apple.." Volatair gave back, taking the first bite of the apple, itwas sweet and full of flavour in his mouth. Michael flipped over the branch, jumping down. Still smiling to himself...

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