Black Sheep and Rotten Apple
Black Sheep and Rotten Apple went for a walk.
“It’s not easy being the black sheep of the family.” said Black Sheep, who, unusually for a sheep, could talk.
“It’s not that great being a rotten apple.” said Rotten Apple, who, unusually for any kind of apple, could talk, and walk.
“It’s not that I’m the only “black sheep’ there are others. But, Rotten Apple, on a percentage basis, how many percent of sheep do you think are black sheep?”
“I don’t do percentages.” said Rotten Apple. But, I bet lots of white sheep and not lots of black.”
“Right!” Said Black Sheep.
“Then again…” said Rotten Apple “All apples become rotten apples in the end.”
“Unless they are eaten first.” pointed out Black Sheep.
“True.” admitted Rotten Apple. “Even I used to be a normal apple. Mum and Dad were proud of me.”
“Didn’t you grow on a tree?” queried Black Sheep.
“Well, technically, yes.” Rotten Apple thought about that.
After a while Black Sheep and Rotten Apple stopped to admire the view.
“I wish I had been a cloud.” Said Black Sheep. “But, I’d probably have been a rain cloud.”
“At least you’d have been in the majority. states Bad Apple. “I always wanted to be a tree.”
Black Sheep and Bad Apple discussed this and finally came up with a way whereby Bad Apple might become a tree.
They put this plan into action; but only time would tell if Bad Apple became a tree.
Black Sheep missed Bad Apple, but never forgot that Rotten Apple might become a tree one day and often visited the spot where they had parted their ways.