There are all kinds of apples. But this one in this story is a green, sour apple. It’s in a bowl of fruit with a bunch of peaches and a tasty orange. The apple thinks it is the best fruit in the bowl. "There is no one like me," it thinks. The peaches are just happy being peaches. The orange just does its thing. It likes the fruit bowl just fine, but sometimes she likes to roll out of the bowl and do other things.