It was a fine, autumn night, when our protagonist, BigOnYa, came home. There sat, as expected, an apple pie on the counter. It was a fine counter, you could see the mind-blowing indents of a picture, really just wonderful. Now, BigOnYa, he's a wise one. 21, you assume? (I personally believe that his age is a possum.) No, but rather, a disgusting 50, he says. Again, I think his age is a possum. Anyways, he, being the wise one he is, decided to be kind enough as to leave the fresh, juicy, apple pie on the counter and head to his bead, right upstairs. As he got into his bed (taking his clothes off, because, y'know, he's a creep), he though about that juicy apple pie. Shall he... go down and make out with it? No, no, such would make one pity him. As he drifted off to sleep, his final thought on his mind was, "appl pi.." That is the end, I really do hope you enjoyed this story. And, of course, stay tuned!