Plump, ripe apples tumbled off the crumbling brick wall, rolled down the gentle slope of the hill. The tempting red spheres were chased by a delighted Benno. Returning with a meaty fruit in his jaws, the long dog gripped it between his chubby paws and promptly began to devour it at Tymr's feet.
Tymr leaned up against the burgeoning apple tree, singing softly to himself. His basso voice was punctuated occasionally by his thumping fist against the sturdy trunk. As he reached the chorus of his tune, he turned and gripped two thick branches just above where he was leaning, and shook.
A loud curse resounded from above. “Bloody hell!”
Tymr smiled, satisfied with his results,“I'm going to continue doing this until I get an answer.” he thought.
“I gave you one,” a reply in kind echoed inside his head.
“Not the one I need,” Tymr countered, aloud. “Now must I throttle this tree again, or will you rescind your original reply?