Tip toeing down the path, me and my beautifull mother was off to the great market of fruit, all of the fruit were tasty, diliciouse, but the last one that we ate was so tasty that we ate a box neary! Few minutes later we poped out from the shiney, glass door, I gazed like I never saw fruit. Soon we searched for some waterfull apples, but we couldn't find any. Despite the fact that I was shy of asking questions I found a boy with an apple in his hand and asked where did you find it. I sprinted like a cheetah to the apples, I called the apple the golden apple.