A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come1 play around it every day. He climbed to the tree top,2 the apples or played under the tree. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by. The little boy had3 and he no longer played around the tree.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and4 sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.

"I am no longer a kid. I do not play around trees any more," the boy5 . "I want toys. I need6 to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money. But you can pick all my apples and7 them. So, you will have money." The boy was so8 . He picked all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy didn't come back9 he picked the apples. The tree was10 .

One day, the boy11 and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me," the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a12 . Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can13 my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left14 .

The tree was glad to see him full of joy but the boy didn't appear. Since then the tree felt again15 and sad.