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The plump, vulnerable fruit quivers with fear on the bough.
Warm wind sighs through the laden foliage, a sigh of loss, of regret, for it knows what is to come.
The sun dips, shadows creep from valley and fell, the landowner dozes unsuspectingly on his porch.
Tyres crack across cherry pips and fallen twigs.
If fruit could scream, the neglected orchards would resound with a cry not heard since Herrod slew the innocents.
Instead, heavy silence prevails as The Plunderer goes about his dastardly business.
A swish amongst the branches.
A muted rattle of cherries cascading into the gaping maw of a ready mussette.
So few minutes to wreak such destruction!
As softly as he came, The Plundered withdraws, winking red lights and weaving tyre tracks his calling card, empty boughs his legacy.
And what of the fruit?
Nought shall be found, save for sticky traces and sweet smears across the plump cheeks oh The Plunderers young brood.
The second raid is on tonight.
No fruit tree is safe!