Brandy Branbean and the Mighty Apple Tree

[Mickey]

Scene: an apple farm in western ny.

 

Narrator:

 

It was finally September and little Brandy Branbean was soooo excited. For years young Brandy had tended to the apple tree in his back yard, waiting and hoping for the day to come when it would finally bear fruit. And the time had come, his little apple tree now stood tall and proud and in its upper branches grew four, shiny red apples ripening in the late summer sun.

 

“Should I pick them all? He wondered.

"If I pick just one, which one should it be?" His father warned him that these apples could be sour as the tree was still young and you simply can’t tell if an apple is sweet until you bite into one.

"And even if one is sweet, how do you know which one is the sweet one? Its all a crapshoot" his father explained. 

“Better to wait until next year” his wise old Dad explained.

“The tree will be older and bear more apples that are bound to be sweeter. Pick one now and you will stunt its growth, you’ll have fewer to pick next year.”

 

Brandy decided to listen to his Dad and, as hard as it was, he picked no apples that fall. He waited and waited and waited for spring.

 

Spring came after a long, desolate winter, bereft of apple pies, apple fritters and candy apples. Spring gave way to summer but Brandy Branbean’s apple tree did not flourish. It grew many feet higher but this time, it sprouted but two, small, wormy-green apples. Wrinkled and rotten, they hung from the tree unmolested by birds or squirrels, or dolphins or cardinals, who had no interest in the rotting fruit. Brandy didn’t bother to pick the worthless apples and set aside his hopes for another year. 

 

Winter came with a vengeance, and without sweet, sweet apples, was all the harder to endure. A wet spring caused Brandy Branbean’s apple tree to grow and grow and grow until it was twice as high and thrice as wide as it had ever been. And that summer many beautiful, ruby red apples grew and ripened in the highest branches.

 

September came at along last and Brandy Branbean went and got the tallest ladder in the county so as to finally reap his harvest of apple treats. But alas and alack, not even the tallest ladder in the land could reach those ripe, ripe, sweet, sweet apples. Brandy could pick and pick and pick but he couldn’t pick high enough to reach his heart's desire. He traded his ladder for a big stick and whacked at the tree, whack, whack, whack! But nothing dropped, his mighty tree stood still and the apples would not fall. Brandy was clever but the tree was cleverer and once again, Brandy Branbean faced another fall and winter without apple pies, apple butter, apple jam, apple wine, apple fritters and his favorite of all, spicy playoff apples.

 

Brandy Branbean’s old Dad picked the apples close to the ground but they were small, dry and without flavor.

"No matter," his fathers said, "at least they were easy to reach."

 

Little Brandy Branbean's mom tried to console her apple-less son with words sage and wise: “Sometimes son, you should maybe ignore your Dad for being old doesn’t make one wise, it just makes one old. Besides, that man once went 17 years without growing a single, edible apple."

 

End Scene.

[Johnny Hammersticks]

Cool

[DrDawkinstein]

ha, well done

[PIZ]

Do I find this book in the horror section?

 

[ExWNYer]

20 minutes ago, Mickey said:

Scene: an apple farm in western ny.

 

Narrator:

 

It was finally September and little Brandy Branbean was soooo excited. For years young Brandy had tended to the apple tree in his back yard, waiting and hoping for the day to come when it would finally bear fruit. And the time had come, his little apple tree now stood tall and proud and in its upper branches grew four, shiny red apples ripening in the late summer sun.

 

“Should I pick them all? He wondered.

"If I pick just one, which one should it be?" His father warned him that these apples could be sour as the tree was still young and you simply can’t tell if an apple is sweet until you bite into one.

"And even if one is sweet, how do you know which one is the sweet one? Its all a crapshoot" his father explained. 

“Better to wait until next year” his wise old Dad explained.

“The tree will be older and bear more apples that are bound to be sweeter. Pick one now and you will stunt its growth, you’ll have fewer to pick next year.”

 

Brandy decided to listen to his Dad and, as hard as it was, he picked no apples that fall. He waited and waited and waited for spring.

 

Spring came after a long, desolate winter, bereft of apple pies, apple fritters and candy apples. Spring gave way to summer but Brandy Branbean’s apple tree did not flourish. It grew many feet higher but this time, it sprouted but two, small, wormy-green apples. Wrinkled and rotten, they hung from the tree unmolested by birds or squirrels, or dolphins or cardinals, who had no interest in the rotting fruit. Brandy didn’t bother to pick the worthless apples and set aside his hopes for another year. 

 

Winter came with a vengeance, and without sweet, sweet apples, was all the harder to endure. A wet spring caused Brandy Branbean’s apple tree to grow and grow and grow until it was twice as high and thrice as wide as it had ever been. And that summer many beautiful, ruby red apples grew and ripened in the highest branches.

 

September came at along last and Brandy Branbean went and got the tallest ladder in the county so as to finally reap his harvest of apple treats. But alas and alack, not even the tallest ladder in the land could reach those ripe, ripe, sweet, sweet apples. Brandy could pick and pick and pick but he couldn’t pick high enough to reach his heart's desire. He traded his ladder for a big stick and whacked at the tree, whack, whack, whack! But nothing dropped, his mighty tree stood still and the apples would not fall. Brandy was clever but the tree was cleverer and once again, Brandy Branbean faced another fall and winter without apple pies, apple butter, apple jam, apple wine, apple fritters and his favorite of all, spicy playoff apples.

 

Brandy Branbean’s old Dad picked the apples close to the ground but they were small, dry and without flavor.

"No matter," his fathers said, "at least they were easy to reach."

 

Little Brandy Branbean's mom tried to console her apple-less son with words sage and wise: “Sometimes son, you should maybe ignore your Dad for being old doesn’t make one wise, it just makes one old. Besides, that man once went 17 years without growing a single, edible apple."

 

End Scene.

 

You should reach out to former Bill and illustrator of Ray Bentley's 'Darby The Dinosaur', Mike Hamby. 

 

 

Edited April 22, 2018 by ExWNYer

[NastyNateSoldiers]

Man this guy loved him some apples. What u forget was he had a cousin that grew up in the Big Apple and they grabbed 2 of the sweetest apples in the land.

[ColoradoBills]

Brandy could always buy some apples.

 

 

[Shaw66]

That's excellent!    Thanks for taking the time to put it together.   

 

Quite nice. 

[BadLandsMeanie]

Bravo!

 

That was very entertaining thank you.

[Fadingpain]

I thought Brandy was a female given name.

 

PS:  Get rid of the "SCENE" and "END SCENE".

This is not a scene, it's a story, with multiple episodes separated by time and space.

 

 

Edited April 22, 2018 by Fadingpain

[BadLandsMeanie]

44 minutes ago, Fadingpain said:

I thought Brandy was a female given name.

 

PS:  Get rid of the "SCENE" and "END SCENE".

This is not a scene, it's a story, with multiple episodes separated by time and space.

 

 

STFU

[Carter]

You lost me at scene. What The !@#$ is this?

[#34fan]

Why was Brandy so zeroed-in on ONE tree?  What about the rest of the trees on the "apple farm"?

Edited April 22, 2018 by #34fan

[BadLandsMeanie]

8 minutes ago, Carter said:

You lost me at scene. What The !@#$ is this?

Scene means the setting, the environment in which the story takes place.

 

It is a word that is used when talking about plays and theater to describe where something is taking place. Also in this instance, it tips the reader that what follows is to be seen as a play or story.

 

So, what he meant by scene was, the scene (where the story begins) is in an apple orchard, which is a group of apple trees planted and tended for the purpose of growing apples. Apples are a fruit that people like to eat.

[Carter]

4 minutes ago, BadLandsMeanie said:

Scene means the setting, the environment in which the story takes place.

 

It is a word that is used when talking about plays and theater to describe where something is taking place. Also in this instance, it tips the reader that what follows is to be seen as a play or story.

 

So, what he meant by scene was, the scene (where the story begins) is in an apple orchard, which is a group of apple trees planted and tended for the purpose of growing apples. Apples are a fruit that people like to eat.

Lol. I wasn’t asking what a scene is.  What the !@#$ is wrong with you?

Edited April 22, 2018 by Carter

[BadLandsMeanie]

19 minutes ago, Carter said:

You lost me at scene. What The !@#$ is this?

 

4 minutes ago, Carter said:

Lol. I wasn’t asking what a scene is.  What the !@#$ is wrong with you?

 

Oh. You had written that you had become "lost" at scene. Which is the very first word. So I was explaining what it meant. 

 

How many words did you get through before you became lost?

[Carter]

40 minutes ago, BadLandsMeanie said:

 

 

Oh. You had written that you had become "lost" at scene. Which is the very first word. So I was explaining what it meant. 

 

How many words did you get through before you became lost?

You’re obviously very confused. No worries man, my comment was directed at OP. 

[PromoTheRobot]

Too long to read. Someone thumbnail it for me.

[LeGOATski]

Just now, PromoTheRobot said:

Too long to read. Someone thumbnail it for me.

- A kid's tree finally grew some apples and he didn't pick them at first. Then he went to pick the next year and there were no good ones. Then he went to pick the next year, but there was not a big-enough ladder in the entire town.

 

He couldn't get any good apples. 

 

Moral of the story: oranges are better than apples.

[JohnC]

7 minutes ago, PromoTheRobot said:

Too long to read. Someone thumbnail it for me.

If you like Golden Delicious apples you won't relate to the story. 

If you disobeyed your father there would be a happy ending.