The apple trees, apple trees, one large, one small boy likes to play around the apple every day. Little to climb trees, play. Pluck the apples to eat. I took a nap under a tree. Kids love the apples a lot. And the apple, I love you as well, but as time passes. Children grow up And not just under an apple every day like before and then one day the boy came back with a sad expression "playing together" from Apple invited the boys , "I'm not a child anymore. I do not want to play around trees anymore, "the boy replied , "I want to play. But can not afford it " "Sorry. I had no money But I will keep my apple to sell it. She will not have the money, "Apple said the boy very happy. Keep out of the apple. And left happily. And it's not coming back anymore. Let the apples regret one day. From Apple's excited to see the boys back "play together" the Apple I , "I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family , we want to build a house. She would help me? " "Sorry. I do not have to give her a home But she would cut my branches to build a house for her to do, " the boy cut all the branches of apples. And with pleasure from Apple glad to see little kids happy. But the boy did not come back again. Left to be sad and lonely tree like a day in the summer. Boys are back The apple was so happy , "Come play with me," the Apple I , "I'm too old to play anymore. I want to go sailing to relax in the final period. I borrowed a boat for you? " "I'm building a boat in the trunk. She will sail as far as they want, " the boy cut trees to build ships. And he sailed away, not to be seen again for the last several years, the boy's back , "I'm sorry. My little boy I have nothing left to give her more. Even the trunk to the climb was not "an apple tree said , "I'm too old, too," the boy replied , "The only thing I can do the rest for you. The roots are dying my own "apple tree crying , "I do not like so much. Also, where can sit back and relax. I tried for several years, "the boy replied , "good. Roots, this is the best place to sit. Sit down and rest in him, "Sit down, boy. The apples were very happy. And Keane This is the story of all of us. The apple is comparable to our parents. When we are young We play with our parents. But as we grow, we are of them. Come back when We have a problem and need help. However, Our parents were always there. I give everything to make us happy, you might think that the boy in the early Apple cruel end. Okay ... we have done with our parents like it or not?
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