There was a little kid, a thin one. His mother just picked him an apple from a tree at their little backyard. The apple looked so delectable. He was ecstatic. He brought the apple to playground nearby his house. An apple had always been enough for his little stomach every time he was tired after playing around.
There was this fat little kid at the playground, a neighbor of the thin kid. He showed the thin kid what he brought from his house, a basket of imported best quality scrumptious apples. His father just bought him those tasty red apples from a supermarket. The fat kid told the thin kid that his apples weren’t delicious enough for his taste. He also said that a basket of apples had never been enough for his big stomach. He always told his father to buy him more and better apples but his father never did that.
