The Runaway

The apple shrieked as it hit the ground.

It ran down the hill, round and round.

It dove into the creek and swam to the riverbank.

It walked onto the grass and sprinted down a hill and to a tree.

“Ha ha” it cried “You can’t pick me!”

It listened to the leaves chatter above and soon fell asleep. 

The apple shrieked as the hand picked it up and scooped it into the basket.

It shivered and shook as it cried,

“I’m afraid it’s too late. I know I’m going to end up on somebody’s plate."