Apples for Everyone
The crisp autumn air was alive with the sweet scent of ripe apples as Father Deer’s voice boomed through the forest, echoing off the trees.
“Girls,” he called out, his voice filled with excitement, “there are a ton of apples lying on the ground at the abandoned orchard. It’s time for a feast!”
Both Willow and Lila woke up quickly, their eyes shining with anticipation as they threw off their cozy blankets and jumped out of bed.
The early morning sunlight cast a warm, golden glow over the forest as the three deer made their way to the abandoned orchard. The trees, laden with juicy red apples, stood like sentinels, their branches stretching towards the sky like nature’s own cathedral.
“Look at all the apples,” Willow exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.
The apples lay scattered across the grass, a vibrant red carpet stretching as far as the eye could see.
“Eat up,” Father Deer encouraged, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “We want to get as many as we can before other animals get them.”
But as Willow gazed out at the sea of apples, she knew that there was no need to rush.
“There are so many apples here,” she said, turning to her father. “I don’t think that we have to worry if others come and eat them.”
Father Deer smiled, his eyes shining with pride.
“Correct,” he said. “You are always so kind and helpful. It is a good trait to have.”
As they munched on the juicy apples, Willow’s thoughts turned to the other animals in the forest.
“What about all the sick animals and the elderly?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “We should take some apples to them.”
Father Deer’s face lit up with approval.
“Yes, we should.” Lila, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly spoke up. “There are some baskets over there,” she said, pointing to a nearby shed. “We could fill them with apples and hand them out.”
Father Deer’s eyes shone with pride as he gazed at his daughters. They were always thinking of others, always looking for ways to help those in need. Together, the three deer filled the baskets with apples and set off to deliver them to the sick and elderly animals of the forest.
As they made their way through the forest, the recipients of the apples were overjoyed. They were so grateful for the fresh fruit, which was a rare treat for them. The elderly thanked them profusely, their eyes shining with tears. It was the best gift they could have asked for.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the forest, Father Deer and his daughters made their way back home, their hearts full of joy and their spirits lifted by the knowledge that they had made a difference in the lives of others. And as long as the apple orchard remained abandoned, this became a yearly tradition, a time for the deer family to come together and spread joy and kindness throughout the forest.
Years went by, and the tradition continued. The deer family became known throughout the land for their kindness and generosity. And every autumn, when the apples were ripe and ready to be picked, Father Deer and his daughters would set out to deliver baskets of fresh fruit to those in need, spreading joy and kindness throughout the forest, and keeping the spirit of giving alive.
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