Once upon a time, in a quaint little village, there was a tree that was famous for its apples. The villagers would often come by to pick the juicy apples that would fall from the tree every autumn.

The tree, however, was quite mischievous. It would wait for the perfect moment when someone was underneath it, looking up at the ripe apples, and then suddenly drop them on their head. The poor villagers would run around, trying to dodge the falling apples, but the tree seemed to have a perfect aim.