Annie’s Apple Solution: A Hilarious Tale of Sisterly Mischief
Annie and Jenny were the kind of sisters who could turn even the most ordinary day into a comedy show. One bright afternoon, they decided to go for a bike ride. Annie, always eager to show off, took the lead, confidently pedaling as if she was in a Tour de France commercial. Jenny followed behind, half trying to keep up, half wondering how long it would take before Annie did something ridiculous.
It didn’t take long.
Trying to perform some fancy maneuver that looked way cooler in her head than in reality, Annie wobbled wildly, then toppled over like a stack of bricks. She hit the ground with a dramatic thud, flailing her arms like she was auditioning for a role in a Bollywood film—tears streaming down her face.
Jenny, who had been expecting some sort of disaster, couldn’t help but giggle. But being the responsible (or so she thought) sister, she helped Annie to her feet, brushed the dirt off her clothes, and gave her a little “Are you okay?” look. Annie, still wiping away tears, looked like she’d just survived an earthquake.
Jenny, barely holding in her laughter, walked her back home like she was leading a wounded soldier from the battlefield.
At home, their mom immediately went into crisis mode. She bustled around, grabbing bandages and disinfectant, while Annie dramatically flopped onto the couch. Her knee, although not as bad as Annie made it out to be, was scraped enough to earn a concerned look from Mom.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” their mom reassured, “we’ll just clean this up, and I think you need a tetanus shot.”
Annie’s face went from pale to ghostly. The mention of needles was like announcing a new horror movie at the dinner table.
Without skipping a beat, Annie bolted into the kitchen, flinging open the fridge door like it was the most important task of her life. She grabbed an apple, holding it up like it was some kind of magical amulet that would protect her from all harm.
Jenny, who had followed her into the kitchen, raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing with that apple?” she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of the injection!”
Annie looked at her seriously, as if she’d just discovered the ultimate life hack. “Of course I’m scared! That’s why I’m eating this apple. Didn’t our teacher always say, ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’?”
Jenny burst into uncontrollable laughter. She nearly choked on her own giggles, doubling over as if she had just heard the funniest joke of her life.
From the other room, their dad’s voice boomed, “Well, make it two apples, Annie! The doctor’s still coming!”
Annie, still clutching the apple like it was her last line of defense, just sighed. “Maybe I should have gone with a whole fruit basket.”
And so, armed with her apple and her newfound logic, Annie prepared for her visit to the doctor, while Jenny followed her with a smirk, ready to make fun of her for the rest of the day.
