An Apple Peel to Heaven
"A lost rich man held an apple in his hands, and did not know what to make of it."
A lost rich man held an apple in his hands, and did not know what to make of it.
He appealed to his carpenter, a stout woman with calloused hands.
“It is going to grow into a mighty tree, for which I will then cut down and turn into a bench, table, or chair. Its purpose is to bear wood for my enrichment.”
Intrigued, the rich man appealed to his chef, a plump man with a kindly heart.
“It will be baked into a delicious pie that will then be split amongst the staff of the house. Its purpose is to provide nourishment for our health.”
Fascinated, he appealed to his maid an elderly woman with stern eyes.
“It will be cleared from the house so it does not attract any devious critters or vermin. Its purpose is to be discarded so we may be comfortable.”
Unsatisfied, the rich man appealed to his niece, a young girl with a mischievous smile.
“It will be thrown from hand to hand as our ball in a game of catch. Its purpose is to be played with for our joy and fun.”
Frustrated, the rich man ran out to the highest hill, and appealed to his god, whom he believed would have the answer to everything.
The skies were silent for a moment.
“There was supposed to be a purpose?”