The apple tree had done its work and produced apples. They were left on the tree to ripen and fall. They were not gathered to be made into apple pies, or tarts, or even stewed to eat with cream. No, they were just left to either rot on the tree or fall to the ground.

But someone was watching and waiting for the chance. The apples are no longer forgotten, as if denounced for an unknown reason. And the geese enjoy each beak bite they take.

FOWC with Fandango: Denounce