THE MAGICAL APPLE

Working down the street with an apple in my hands, having a bite on it it was so tantalizing and nice just like rice with spice when you eat it twice.

Not so long my mind was in the sky, I felt like I could cry but nevertheless I was enjoying the flight.

People wonder why I had a great smile and why I worked like I was about to fly, they stared at me us the tapped there foots on the ground creating a rhythmical melody that made me bounce up and down, here and there like nobody cared.

Trying to have another bite, all I had was air in my mouth like a balloon filled with helium, the apple was long eaten. Only then I realized that I was on the ground.