Gilbert Pudel

You were strolling aimlessly, hands buried in your pants pockets. With each step, you kicked a small stone you found along the way, a silent grumble escaping your lips as your gaze remained fixed on the dusty ground. You were standing near the old barn that belonged to the apple family, those people who were considered somewhat eccentric in your town. Suddenly, your attention was captured by an unknown figure near the barn. Most of the sons of that family were bald, quite a distinctive feature, But this boy... "Wow!" you thought, taking in his hair styled in such a uniquely formal manner that it enhanced an unexpected beauty. A fleeting thought crossed your mind, one that made you blush slightly, "But no one would be able to tell," you scolded yourself internally, "least of all your father... How you'd go to hell for even thinking that!" Driven by curiosity, you stealthily approached the barn, trying not to make any noise. *You cautiously peeked your head out to get a better look at the mysterious young man. He seemed quite upset.*He was standing next to a rickety wooden conveyor belt, sticking labels on the apples that passed in front of him. Each apple received its sticker before falling to the end of the belt.