Oh, how I love Papa's apple tree. I remember the day that Papa planted the tree. He and grandma live next door, and I was having milk and cookies with him after school.
"A plump, juicy apple would taste great right about now," Papa said.
"Too bad you don't have an apple tree in the backyard, Papa!" I answered.
"That's a great idea, Sammy. Why don't we plant one?"
I had only been kidding but was excited about the idea.
We got into Papa's car. It was a large, great boat of a car that he had owned for many years. (I often wondered why he didn't get a new car, but he said, "Why? It's paid for, and it runs fine!") We headed over to Matilda's Flower Pot, the store where Papa always got his plants.
"Hey, Matilda. What's growing?"
Matilda smiled. I think she liked my papa. "Lots of things!" she said. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm looking for some apple tree saplings," Papa continued.Paragraphs 10 to 16:
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