The Magic Apple
Talwin had always been a dreamer. He had always heard the story of the magic golden apple that granted wishes to whoever held it. Now unfortunately Talwin was supposed to be doing his chore of sweeping up the shop instead of simply holding up his broom. A harsh word and sharp look from his father got him moving again, temporarily, as soon the image of the magic apple reappeared in his head. At the heart of it Talwin was a good boy but he was unforgivably lazy. So Talwin took the short cut as always. Peeking over his shoulder for his father, he lifted the corner of the rug and quickly swept the dust underneath, tossed the broom in the corner and bolted out the door.
