[Fairy Tale] "The Apple of Happiness🍎"

"The Apple of Happiness🍎"

Once upon a time, in a certain town, there were many "apple stalls" lined up.
Every stall sold red, shiny apples.
However—

among them, there was one golden stall that was selling exceptionally well.
—

The apples from that golden stall looked very beautiful, but when you got close, they smelled a little strange.

But, strangely enough,
"So delicious!"

"So happy!"

"It changed my life!"
everyone kept saying.
—

One day, a boy peeked behind the golden stall.

Then—
there, piled up like a mountain, were rotting apples.
—

The owner of the golden stall did this to those apples.

First, he poured a strongly scented nectar over them.

Next, he sprinkled bright red powder on them.
And then, he would sell them saying this:
"These are special apples. Everyone who eats them becomes happy."

—

The boy asked in surprise,

"Are those really good apples?"
Then the owner laughed and said,

"It doesn't matter if they are good apples or not."

"What matters is whether they are apples that sell."
—

The boy also noticed something else.
In front of that stall, the same people were always lined up.

And they were praising each other in loud voices, saying,
"Amazing!" "The best!"

—
In fact, those people also had their own flashy stalls in other places.

By praising each other's apples and "making them look popular," they were attracting new customers.

When looking closely at the surroundings, everyone was only concerned with the "appearance" of the apples, and almost no one checked the "smell."
—
The boy felt a little scared.
But at the same time, he also thought,

"If they sell this well, should I ask to join them...?"

—

At that moment, he noticed a small stall next door.

There, apples of various colors and shapes, slightly misshapen, were lined up.
But, when he got close—

they had a very lovely scent.

—

The old woman who owned the stall said,

"My apples, you see, they take time."

"But they truly taste like this town."
—

The boy took a bite of one.

—

It wasn't flashy.

But for some reason, it was a taste that made him want to eat another bite.

—

Looking back, that golden stall was bustling again today.
—

The boy no longer had any doubts about



the apple he would eat


.

—

"I will choose by the smell."

—

As always, the golden stall was booming.
The old woman's stall was empty.

🍎The End🍎

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