Marinus led Theanore to the lake where apples grew. He picked one low-hanging apple and cleaned it in his shirt before handing it to the nymph.
"That is cannibalism, Mari!" She said, petrified. Marinus burst out laughing.
"And is it cannibalism when I eat fish? Thea, this tree probably doesn't even have a nymph! You are so silly sometimes."
"I am not silly," Theanore said, as she looked at the apple. Then she bit into it. When no screaming come, she began to chew.
"Is it good?" Marinus asked as he took an apple for himself.
"Very! But this doesn't harm the tree, does it?" Theanore asked.
"How would it? If anything, we are helping the tree. Its branches will fall under the weight of so much fruit," Marinus told her.
Theanore finished her apple lightning fast and reached for another.
"I'll save you, apple tree!" she said, and Marinus began to chuckle.
