“Oh dear..now they’re too crispy!” Apple sighs as she pulls out her second attempt at the perfect apple pie, the crust just a bit too brown for comfort and the apple a bit too dark to be appetizing. Her favorite day of the year was the Apple festival, the one day a year that celebrated her mother’s journey and re-awakening from the prince. She turned, her curled blonde hair tied back into a perfect ponytail. “There you are! Have you come to help me?”