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The Golden Apple.

A legend in fairyland is of a Golden Apple. Whoever possesses the Golden Apple will always have pleasant dreams. The Fairies have been passing this legend down for generations. Most of the little people believe in this legend and all are on the lookout for such an apple. I too was told the story about the Golden Apple that gave one pleasant dreams. Juts another story I thought. Who will ever harvest a Golden Apple? Slowly I forgot about the apple I had other things on my mind. The garden always needs attention and what with the little housework that has to be done I was fully occupied.

One day while I was in town I saw a shop that sold all kinds of paints. I decide to go into the shop to see if any colours would tempt me. I must admit I was just wasting time really I did not need paint but somehow curiosity got the better of me and I walked into the shop. Some tins of paint caught my eye and I picked up one of the cans. On the tin it said gold lack. The apple or should I say the Golden Apple legend popped into my head. I bought a can of the gold paint and went back home.

The tin of paint I took to my gardening shed and placed it on a shelf. Later as the apples ripened, I have a Granny Smiths apple tree and a Cox’s Orange Pippin tree. One day as I was cutting the grass under the Granny Smith’s tree an apple fell just missing my head. Picking up the apple the tin of golden paint flashed again through my mind. I decided to have a joke on the Fairies. Taking the apple with me I carefully covered the apple with the golden paint. The apple really looked as if it was made of gold The following day I went into fairyland with my apple carefully wrapped in a piece of clean cloth.

Sitting myself down under the old oak tree I placed the now Golden Granny Smith apple onto the cloth for all to see. Soon I had a huge crowd of Fairies surrounding me; all wanted to own the apple to have sweet dreams. First I thought to myself let them share the apple each Fairy would have the apple for one night. This did not suit the Fairies they all wanted the apple for themselves. In a loud voice I declared that the Fairy that wrote the best poem or story about the legend of the Golden Apple I would give the Golden Apple to.

For days Fairy after fairy brought me either a story or a poem about the Golden Apple that gives one sweet dreams. Some of the poems and little stories were really good and I picked two out. That evening I painted another Granny Smith’s apple with gold paint. The following day I gave the two Fairies a Golden Apple each on the condition that each one told me about their sweet dreams.

The first Fairy came and told me that she had visited the original planet of the Fairies and had a wonderful time. The other Fairy came and I saw that she was disappointed. I had one bad dream after the other and did not sleep at all well. I asked both Fairies for their apple. Taking my penknife from my pocket I cut each apple in two. I told the Fairies that I had coloured the apples with a gold paint and that no apple that I had ever seen could brings dreams sweet or bad. Both Fairies saw the funny side to this my little lection of legends and both went away laughing. Bern