The Story
The Star in the Apple.
Once upon a time a little boy wanted to find a star he could hold in his hand. He asked his mother where to look. "Go and ask the world," she said.
He asked the evening sky, and the sky showed him a bright star, but it was too far away to hold. He asked the wild rose, and the rose opened her five pink petals, but they fell away when he touched them.
At last he came to an old woman sitting under an apple tree. "I am looking for a star I can hold," he said. The old woman smiled, picked an apple, and took out her knife.
She did not cut it from top to bottom the way his mother always did. She cut it across, through its round middle. And there, inside, were five little seed chambers in the shape of a star.
The boy held the star in his hand all the way home. That night he stood in the doorway with his arms out wide and his feet apart, and his mother laughed: "Look, you are a star too. One head, two arms, two legs: five."