"This is the last apple tree we are plucking," he shouts under the tree.
"Why? Can't you carry those apples?" I ask him with a chuckle.
"The sack is full, you can carry it in your pockets if you want," he yells at me.
I throw an apple that bounces hard on his head and drops on the ground. I laugh hysterically as he looks at me with alarm and pain tingling him. His squeezed face looks like something bitter has pricked his taste bud.
But my laughter vanishes as his eyes become fierce and his face reddens like he is going to slaughter me. I swallow a lump in my throat with apprehension throbbing inside me. I have never seen this form of him. Is he going to hunt me down? I feel my brain pulsate on my temple vigorously.
He picks the apple that had landed on the ground and throw
