i don't know what kinda apples we got, but they were local, and i don't know how we got local apples in march, but they were tongue wagging , lip smacking good. the kinda apples that make noises that call the crows down, and one crow followed mister cawing. when i pulled out my own apple and started eating loudly mister looked like whaa? like i was eating his apple, but that can't be, cause i'm eating my apple. or something like that, it was like split consciousness joined by yums, it was like lushious object impermanence, and when his was gone in a second i jumped up before he got envious and walking with the crow jumping branch to branch over our heads i gobbled to the core quickly and gave it to him. the crow was poking the ground after us.