she was just making her son some apples. She washes some fresh apples from the tree that she had had since she was a little kid. Now shes around 56yrs. She noticed a German soldier named Hans taking her apple, which in this case the Germans had invaded the French town. However she was not having it and marched after him.

“Hey!” she said angrily.

“Why have you got my apples?” she crosses her arms.