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Tale about little worm

One summer in the apple orchard next to the flower bed daisies were whispering to each other: “Look, how apple tree grew up, how many apples on it, and this one is really with red sides. How long it would stay on a branch?”. And the branches of rustling leaves were allaying them: “All in its own good time. In good time at spring an apple tree blossomed. Time had come for apples to grow up on it, so they did, because now is summer.