Alongtimeago,therewasabigappletree.Alittleboylovedtocomeandplayarounditeveryday.Heclimbedtothetreetop,atetheapples,tookanapundertheshadow…Helovedthetreeandthetreelovedtoplaywithhim.

Timewentby...Theylittleboyhadgrownupandhenolongerplayedaroundthetree.

Oneday,theboycamebacktothetreeandlookedsad.“Comeandplaywithme,”thetreeaskedtheboy.

“Iamnolongerakid,Idon’tplayaroundtreesanymore,”theboyreplied.“Iwanttoys.Ineedmoneytobuythem.”“Sorry,butIdon’thavemoney,butyoucanpickallmyapplesandsellthem.So,youwillhavemoney.”Theboywassoexcited.Hepickedalltheapplesonthetreeandlefthappily.Theboydidn’tcomebackafterhepickedtheapples.Thetreewassad.

Oneday,theboyreturnedandthetreewassoexcited.“Comeandplaywithme,”thetreesaid.“Idon’thavetimetoplay.Ihavetoworkformyfamily.Weneedahouseforshelter.Canyouhelpme?”“Sorry,butIdon’thaveahouse.Butyoucancutoffmybranchestobuildyourhouse.”Sotheboycutallthebranchesofthetreeandlefthappily.

Thetreewasgladtoseehimhappybuttheboydidn’tappearsincethen.Thetreewasagainlonelyandsad.Onehotsummerday,theboyreturnedandthetreewasdelighted.“Comeandplaywithme!”thetreesaid.

“Iamsadandgettingold.Iwanttogosailingtorelaxmyself.Canyougivemeaboat?”“Usemytrunktobuildtheboat.Youcansailand