Apples
Anna ate apples atop an Alpine Fir Tree, her arms awkwardly arranged around the trunk. An amazing amount of apple cores beneath Anna had ants ambling around them. An airplane flew against an azure sky, an American Airlines aircraft. Anna watched agape, amazed and eyes affixed to the airplane as it accelerated.
Anna's attention went back to the apples, and Anna analyzed the amount of apples left. There were a dozen apples, acrid and acidic. Anna's aching teeth were in agony from all the old Akane apples. She absently arranged the apples in a bucket. A leaf flew into Anna's Afro, and she automatically removed it, taken aback by the large Alpine leaf.
Suddenly an alluring man with an arrogant air appeared beneath Anna's tree. Anna's hair and dress were askew and she felt ashamed in front of this person's amazing apparel.
He said, "Anna, give me an apple. Give me a dozen Akane apples or I will get angry." Anna announced, "Aardvark!"
"Attention! Anna, give me a dozen Akane apples--"
An aardvark attached itself to the alluring, arrogant man's leg. The alluring, arrogant man was in agony. "Argh!" Anna watched from atop the Alpine tree munching Akane apples. "No apples for alluring men with an arrogant air," she announced.