Derek stood at the plate, demarcated by a frisbee. The pitcher, tossed the apple at the plate. With a mighty swing, Derek smashed the apples with a near petrified tree branch, sending apple sauce into the sky. The remainder of the fruit soared a hundred feet into the air.
"Okay. Me next," said the pitcher, and ran towards the frisbee.
Derek dropped the branch and trotted over to the pitcher's mound, a pile of autumn leaves. He picked up another apple that had fallen from the tree and wound up.
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