(FYI - the photo I used is an older one and no longer available here so I picked a different one I couldn't publish the story without one)
Some apples, I love me some apples. Red and green, red and yellow.
This lil child look like gotta apple orchard. She could be older than what she look like. Bout six or seven. Or bout four. Cause she got braids.
Her name could be Sally, Sally Sue or Cindy. Could be Mary…. Jan the lil apple orchard girl. She’s pickin apples and eatin ‘em. She’s happy!
I see cans, apples, sauce. Piles and piles of apples. Yellow color is the highest or the red pile is the highest. She’ll probably make a pie. She need to sell ‘em. Yup and give some to her family. Some of her family is there. Maybe her mother and father, Grandma and grandfather. Numerous of family members could be visiting…. sisters and brothers, cousins.
All these apples, she don’t need to be at all these apples by herself. You eat all dem many pies you’d be sick. She’ll get sick! She’ll make some more apple pies. I need to eat at least eight, eight, eight… and eat and eat. Or make fried apples…. lil sugar, lil oil, serve with butter. And cinnamon. Love some apple pies!
Then she’ll take a nap!
A story by the participants of Adult Center for Enrichment