One morning the sun was shining brightly and it was a bit freezing as it was already autumn. When Awesome was slowly opening his eyes in his comfy warm bed and strangely enough waking up so early… far far away, a curly goat was stretching his legs and suddenly a freezing wind whistled an energetic music and the goat thought: “Hm, why not?” First he moved one of his back legs in beat of music tuning rhythm, then added a front leg. In a second he jumped joyfully with all legs up, spinning around, making Michael Jackson movements. Being already far in his dancing thoughts and movements, he was startled as something hit his forehead. He stopped looking around what could possible hit him and stop him from a joyful moment of his life. He saw an apple laying on the ground looking at him. “So”…said the apple, “are you having fun, ain’t you?” The goat was surprised of apple’ talking and looked around noticing he was actually dancing near an apple tree where there was actually no apples. Then where this angry apple came from?
Feeling surprised the goat asked the apple: “How is it possible? Where did you come from?” The apple said angrily: “It feels like your mind full of music and you are a bit daft, don’t you see there is an apple tree next to you, surely from there. You jumped intensely like it is an earthquake and I couldn’t hold myself on a branch. Look what have you done.” The goat felt sorry… He said: “But you were the last one on the tree, anyway soon you’ll have to leave it. Winter is coming, you’ll be frozen if you stay on a tree.” With tears the apple said: “Yeah, all my friends were taken away by Sweet, she didn’t notice me as I was growing hidden by leaves. I was left alone and cold, facing my destiny. Now came you and spoiled a destiny written for me to die frozen on a tree.” The goat smiled and put the apple on his back saying: “Hey, my depressive friend, it’s too early for you to die, I know the Sweet well, I’ll bring you to her. But before we are going to have some fun.”
Still hearing music the goat started again jumping and dancing, running after a beautiful butterfly that stoped for a sec on his nose. The apple was jumping from his back in the same pace with closed eyes and shouting: “Stop it, I’m feeling sick, I’m going to vomit now…” But in a while when the apple opened his eyes he saw the sun shining and slightly frozen and white grass blinking, heard a wind whistling music, he smiled and said: “Not bad, not bad at all.” So the goat and the apple continued jumping in the direction of a house where Sweet was living.
^sweet
