Ms. Granny Smith

Chapter 2: My Home

   My home is an apple. Biodegradable, and eco-friendly if you will. It’s not just the shape or the color, my child, I'm telling you, my home is an apple.
   I’m not microscopic, though I am on the shorter side. It is just a large apple. We made this planet go stale. We as humans used up what we could and took advantage of materials we knew would not be there forever. Still, we used them anyway. We used them to build, to profit, and travel. We used them to waste, create, and abuse. We used them like a ticking clock, with knowledge we would run out of time. Well, time ran up and like I said, we had to get creative. We lost our common materials, but we still had our crops.
   Scientists experimented with wanting bigger and better and soon lost their heads thinking every food must be entered into a county fair. At some point, they got too big, and homes so scarce it was decided we’d combine the two. You may have heard of the legend of James? A fun tale, obviously fiction, and I'm not much of a peach person, but folklore is often rooted in reality’s morals.
    Some questions I'm sure you want to ask: Does your home not get moldy? Do you ever take bites out of your decor? Wouldn't ants and fruit flies swarm every square inch? Or one of my favorites, is it sticky? I assure you my home is not sticky. That would be a living nightmare. I keep the bugs at bay like any other would, with traps and sprays and swatters hung up on doors. Do I eat my home? Now really why would I do that? Would you take a bite out of your wall? I think not. Silly question. Finally, does it get moldy? No, and I'll tell you why. Every home like mine has a protective outer and inner coating that keeps it from tarnishing. I will say it does not taste good. Which keeps the animals from nibbling and humans from licking. Don't look at me like that, it’s very judgemental that stare. I said I never ate it, I never said I didn't taste it. Anyways, yes, homes are largely made from fruits and vegetables nowadays, just figured you should know.
    That's not the only thing that may be a bit odd to a visitor though. It’s not just our homes, and it’s not all a fruit salad. You might think of this land as a dream. You might think it makes sense, but the second you go explaining it to another, the more you have to defend the logic behind it. Really quite a hassle; now you see why I must ramble so much. I don’t want anyone accusing my life as a make-believe, because you must take me at my word. The truth