Abigail lives in a little stone cottage surrounded by dozens of apple trees. In the Spring when the trees are full of white blossoms, a sweet fragrance floats on the wings of a soft, warm breeze, beckoning to Abigail and her friends, who come to play among the snowy white petals as they cascade to the ground beneath their feet.

When Autumn is in the air, so too is the smell of baked apple pies and cinnamon. Abigail and her friends gather around a well-worn wooden table, heavily laden with apple deserts of all kinds. Vanilla ice cream is heaped upon the dessert of their choice. Giggles soon fade to quiet respite as they rest beneath the sprawling branches of the apple trees.

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