The nearby villagers scattered as the apple bounded across the ground and landed at the village chief's feet. The old woman, Sila, looked rather disappointed in Jeff, like she always was. "What is the meaning of this??" She shouted, stepping past the fallen apple despite its bright, juicy appearance. A child ran over and picked up the apple quietly, and disappeared into the nearby alleyway. "Jeff! What is that contraption!?" She shouted, pointing to the bundle of twine at his feet.

	"Hey, at least it worked," Dacer stepped in for a split second.

	"It is disgraceful to our lady tree!"

	"Nobody got hurt, Sila. Chill your shit," Dacer insisted.