Story of the Apple Dumpling

Sometime in the distant past there was an elderly person named Hazel. More than anything, she wanted to eat an apple dumpling for supper. At some point, Hazel said, "I will prepare an apple dumpling this evening!"

Looking about, she said, "I have a lot of flour. I have a lot of margarine. I have a lot of sugar. Furthermore, I have a lot of flavor. Why, I could make ten apple dumplings in the event that I needed to!" out of nowhere, she halted. "Gracious, dear!" she said. "I have no apples!"

In the elderly person's back yard was a tree loaded with plums. You never considered more plums to be round and red than the plums on that tree. In any case, you can't make an apple dumpling with plums, and there is no utilization attempting!

Hazel couldn't quit pondering her apple dumpling. Finally, she had a thought. She took her crate out to her back yard and filled it with plums. She covered the crate with a white material and draped it on her arm. She said, "There might be those on the planet who have apples, and who need plums." Thus Hazel went out the entryway.

In a little while, Hazel came to a yard with numerous hens and numerous geese. What a commotion they made! Ca, quawk, quawk! In this large number of birds there was a young lady. She was taking care of them corn, and she waved to Hazel. Hazel waved back to her.

The young lady informed Hazel regarding her hens and geese. Hazel informed the young lady regarding her plums, and how she expected to exchange them for apples. If by some stroke of good luck she could exchange her plums for apples, she could have an apple dumpling that evening.

"Ok!" said the young lady when she heard this. "Those are beautiful plums in your bushel. Also, there isn't anything my family loves preferred with goose over plum jam! Yet, I have no apples to exchange for your plums." She said, "all that I can provide for exchange with you is a pack of quills. Will you take my quills for your plums?"

"Indeed, it isn't apples," thought Hazel. "In any case, what difference would it make? One individual blissful is superior to two who don't have what they need." The elderly person emptied the plums into the young lady's cover. She took the pack of quills, put it in her bushel, and went on her way.

Hazel said, "Perhaps I'm no more like an apple dumpling than I was previously. Yet, essentially I'm no farther away. Furthermore, feathers are more straightforward to convey than plums - that is without a doubt!"

Walk, walk, up a slope and down. Past a homestead, past a creek. Then such a wonderful smell consumed the space.

From the nursery inside, Agnes heard the hints of a man and a lady talking uproariously. What's more, they were troubled.

"Cotton!" said the lady.

"Straw!" said the man.

So they went, this way and that. Then, at that point, both of them saw Hazel at the door.

"Gracious!" said the man and lady. They didn't have any idea what to think! Hazel took out the sack of quills exceptionally quick. "I have something better," she said. "Here! A pad loaded down with feathers is good for a lord!"

"Feathers!" said the man.

"What a fine pad we can make with these!" said the lady. They were exceptionally cheerful, and asked what they could offer the elderly person as a trade off.

"Assuming you should be aware, apples would be only the thing," said Hazel. "I'm searching for "That."

"Ok, we have no apples!" said the man.

"In any event, let us give you something for the quills," said the lady.

The man and lady cut one blossom here, and one more there. Before long there were more beautiful blossoms than their arms could hold. Never was there a better pack of blossoms! They gave the armful of blossoms to Hazel.

"A decent deal," said Hazel, "and not every last bit of it in the bushel." For she was happy that the two youngsters were currently content with one another. She hoped everything would work out for them both, and went on her way.

Before long Hazel happened upon a youthful master, wearing extremely fine dresses and with a gold chain around his neck. However, such a dislike his face! He looked as though he had no companion left in the entire world.

"A fair day and a decent street, my master," said Hazel.

"Fair day? Great street?" said he. "Perhaps for you! Be that as it may, for my purposes, the court gem dealer didn't complete the ring I gave him to make. Presently I should go to my woman love with nothing in my grasp to give her."

The youthful master said, "A fair exchange is no burglary." He took the gold chain from around his neck and put it around Hazel's neck. The youthful ruler avoided away, holding the blossoms to his chest.

"A gold chain!" cried Hazzel. "With this, I can purchase every one of the apples in the ruler's market and have coins passed on in excess!" She rushed to town as quick as her feet could go.

Be that as it may, Hazel had gone something like the turn of the street when she happened upon a mother and her kids, remaining in an entryway. Their appearances were essentially as miserable as her own was blissful.

"What is wrong?" she asked, when she contacted them.

"Sufficiently matter," addressed the mother, "when the last covering of bread is eaten and not a coin went out to purchase more."

The elderly person didn't have the heart to tell them "no." So into the bushel went the little canine, and cozily he lay there.

"A pack of quills for a container of plums. A lot of blossoms for a pack of quills. A brilliant chain for a lot of blossoms. Furthermore, a canine for a brilliant chain. All the world is compromise, and who knows whether I might have my apple dumpling yet," expressed Hazel as she rushed on.

Sufficiently sure, Hazel had not gone about six yards when, just before her eyes, she saw an apple tree as loaded with apples as her own special plum tree was brimming with plums. This apple tree filled before a house as similar as her own as though they were two peas in a similar pod. Furthermore, on the yard of the house sat a little elderly person.

"That is a fine tree of apples you have!" said the elderly person when she was sufficiently close to converse with him.

That evening she heated herself a heavenly apple dumpling, and ate it down to the absolute last piece