Mustafa Abdel Hussein Asmar--The Last Apple

On a chicken farm, there was a small chicken among the flocks of chickens. She lived, but she was bullied by her own kind because she was so small and thin. She would never get a grain of wheat

Because of the hens’ harassment of her she is always exposed to pecking and they call her the skinny little one and her dream is always to be the lady of the farm but this was for the chicken an imaginary dream that had no space only in her mind but sometimes you have a big share of luck if on a normal day while the farmer is feeding the chickens and his wife is feeding the geese a hurricane storm blows all Chickens only The skinny hen opens her eyes to find herself alone in the middle of the farm, no one else. The hen calls out to her friends, but no one answers her. At first, the hen is afraid, but she says to herself, “Is the dream coming true?” She enters the grain store to find bags of wheat stacked up. She eats until she’s full. She even enters the farmer’s house. Here, the hen becomes the queen of the farm. This continues for several weeks. She wakes up in the morning.

And she gets up from the farmer's bed and goes down the stairs and goes and eats the wheat and drinks pure water without bullying or harassment.

Here, as the day flees and the night enters, the hen sees a ghost advancing towards her. She runs away and hides in a narrow place. Beside her was a small gecko. She said, "What's wrong? You're trembling, oh hen."

The hen said, "There is a ghost who wants to kill me." The gecko was terrified too and said, "Don't make a sound." But it turned out that the ghost had a strong sense of smell. He came closer and his features became clear. He turned out to be a small fox who looked at the hen casually. Here, the hen screamed and ran away with the gecko. The fox chased them, but not in a hunting spirit. He wanted to play with them. The hen said, "Fox, you don't want to eat me." The fox said, "Why would I eat you? Are you grass or fruit?" The hen replied in astonishment, "Aren't you a fox?"

Fox: I don't know who I am. The last time I remember before the hurricane was that my mother brought me food.

The hen frowned and then laughed until her throat was visible and said, Oh, what a happy hen I am. A big farm and a servant fox. What luck!

But the gecko warned her, be careful. He might regain his memory one day and hurt you! The hen responded with complete sarcasm about this crazy person. Look! Listen, man!

From here, the hen became his queen. She would climb on the fox's back and move around the farm. All the animals were weaker than the fox if she ordered them to bow their heads, including the gecko, the sparrows, and the small beetles.

One of the geese returned. She had been swept away by the hurricane. She returned to the farm. Here she found the skinny hen. She became the queen of the goose. What's going on? Where did everyone disappear?

The hen: There's no one there. Just me and my servant. This is my farm. Leave before I make Khami kill you or you become one of my servants.

The goose smiled sarcastically and said: What a mockery of power! The queen is a hen and the guard is a fox.

The goose left, and the hen became more and more arrogant. She ordered the fox to take her to another farm. There was an apple tree on the farm and the fox said, “I want you to collect all the apples.”

The fox, without hesitation, said, “My mistress’s order.” He collected all the apples for her except one that was at the very top of the tree. Then a strong wind blew and the clouds gathered. The fox said, “My mistress, let’s not go.”

But the hen refused, so he said, "No, servant, it's not up to you to decide whether you go or stay."

The fox replied, "But the wind is strong." The hen said, "You forgot one apple there." The fox replied, "But my lady, we have plenty of apples, enough for both of us."

The hen said, "The apple is enough for me, not for you. You eat the grass, as I taught you."

The fox lowered his head and headed to the top, trying to reach the last apple, but he fell, and the apple fell on his head.

Here, the fox opened his eyes, but they were not those spontaneous eyes. His face was angry, red, and fiery. He said, "Who is the servant, oh hen?"

The hen began to tremble and said fearfully, "You are the servant. This is not our agreement."

The fox slowly advanced towards him. There was no agreement. You took advantage of me. Now I have become a fox, and my mother prepared me a chicken for dinner. But the hurricane attacked us, and now there is someone to protect you, chicken.

Life is like a flowing river. It is unstable. One day you will be a king or a servant. You must always be humble.

I am a story writer and short story writer. I participated in an association on paper in Maysan and published a group of beautiful stories. After that, I published in several Internet newspapers. I am an advertising script writer. I have ideas for films and series.

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