I was so mad. I couldn't stop myself from stabbing the apple with the pencil. And after.. when the red haze cleared from my eyes.. I felt great sorrow, not satisfaction, at what I had done. This poor apple whose life I stole.. This fruit was now a vegetable. Before I exited through that unlocked door I vowed that I would take care of this apple, which I later named Clarence, for the rest of our lives.