Abigail lived on a farm and sold fruit from her fruit trees.

One tree always had rotten fruit. She would scream at the tree, just grow good fruit please!.

She thought maybe she should chop the tree down.

It just will always be rotten, she thought with a frown.

Then one day a plague came to town.

Death and sickness we’re all around!

Everyone, even animals were getting sick.

But her pigs showed her a little trick

Everyone’s pigs in town had died. But not hers. And she had no idea why

Then she caught one eating a bad fruit! Maybe we should give that a try

So she gave all her animals a piece of bad fruit. And they all stayed healthy.

She could sell them all and be quite wealthy.

Then she thought, maybe I should give everyone a piece.

She did. It gave the sick sweet release!

It seems the bad fruit were actually The Cure.

What was in it no one was quite sure.

But she saved the town. And she saved the day.

A stroke of good luck! Many would say.

Abigail I was lucky. And she said to me,

I am sure glad I didn’t chop down that tree!