My neighbor insisted I remove my apple tree—then one morning, I woke up to my entire yard buried in apples.

them carefully to Ryan’s garden and arranged them in neat rows. I did not throw them, damage his plants, or touch his house.

In the centre of the display, I placed a sign:

“Strong wind appears to blow both ways.”

Then I went home and made coffee.

Ryan found the apples at sunrise.

His shouting woke half the street.

“What is this?” he yelled.

I stepped onto continue reading …