One sunny morning in the fruit bowl, an apple named Tim decided he’d had enough. Every day, he watched bananas get packed for lunches, oranges get juiced, and he just sat there waiting to be eaten. “Not today,” he said, rolling toward freedom. With a wobble and a bounce, Crispin tumbled off the counter, landing with a thud. The family dog chased him, thinking he was a ball. Crispin dodged left, rolled right, and zipped under the couch with feeling like he turned to mush with all damage he had done to himself. Dust bunnies clung to his shiny red skin, but he didn’t care he was free! He rolled through the open door and out into the yard. The sun felt glorious. Bees buzzed around him like tiny cheerleaders. “Adventure at last!” he shouted, even though apples don’t usually shout. But as he rolled down the hill, he realized he couldn’t stop. Faster and faster he went until thud he hit a tree on someones lawn at the bottom of the hill. even with the pebble stuck in his side. Still, he looked up at the blue sky and decided it was worth it. After all, not every apple gets to see the world, than he was chopped up into lots of little pieces by the man cutting the grass.