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| Once upon a time there was an apple tree in our yard |
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| Those crabapples were red and juicy and Cork's favorite |
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| Along came a mama bear |
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| These apples are just right, she said |
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| But they are too high to reach from the ground |
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| "I'll knock the apples down to you kids," she said |
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| "Or I'll break the branches so we can reach them" |
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| No apples, broken branches are the end of the story |
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