Apple-ness

From the view of… an apple.

Sitting on this tree branch, I have so much potential. A few of my brothers and sisters have little bad spots already, but I don't have a single one. I just know soon someone will pick me and make me into something delicious. I mean I'm delicious all by myself, of course. My red skin and yellow insides are the perfect fruity combination. However, I'm more ambitious than the average apple. I have hopes and dreams of what I will one day become. I'm looking for a job in baking. What I really want to become is part of an apple pie. All the humans will love me. Maybe I’ll even be the featured dessert for a Thanksgiving celebration! My father was lucky enough to be made into a cake. That's where he met my mother. Being in a cake is great, it's still a tasty dessert, but I just really want to become a pie. It is the highest position that any simple fruit can aspire to. Ah, it appears I am being picked now... Off I go into the great unknown!