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Updated: May 16, 2025

"Coming on to blow some, ain't it?" he remarked at the top of his lungs. "Your old apple-tree's carried away that one in the corner of the orchard, I mean. I could see it as I came along by the upper road." "Have you seen my grandfather anywhere about?" I shouted.

Various - McClure's Magazine, Vol 31, No 2, June 1908

But, a little later, a thin voice came from the apple-tree's branch and said: "I am not a flea. I am the mistletoe." "Well, I'm no wiser," said the apple-tree. "I'm a plant like yourself," said the voice. "I shall turn into a bush ... with roots and branches and flowers and leaves and all the rest of it." "Then why don't you grow in the ground like us?" asked the crab-apple-tree.

Carl Ewald - The Old Willow Tree and Other Stories

Here, too, are the apples, lying on the grass at our feet; we will cut one, for it too holds the apple-tree's treasure. First comes the skin, rosy and yellow, a pretty firm wrapping for the outside; but it sometimes breaks, when a strong wind tosses the apples to the ground, and sometimes the insects eat holes in it: so, if this were the only covering, the treasure would hardly be very safe.

Jane Andrews - The Stories Mother Nature Told Her Children