Fruit from the loom ?

Wandering thru an orchard I heard a strange sound and at the same time an apple fell to the ground..Now though I searched high and low there was nobody around.. yet I picked up this Golden delicious that I had luckily found

So I wiped it on my clean cotton hankerchief when I almost jumped out of my skin.. someone called me a thief!!
I looked as I listened and to my disbelief..there was nothing but this apple tree to my relief..Of course I thanked the tree for my prize out of my mischief.. but then I heard wailing and bawling with such a sickening grief..

I wondered what on earth was yelling at me ? Could it really be this lovely apple tree ? Every time I had a bite someone shouted pitifully.. Well I thanked the tree again for bearing fruit graciously..Yet I found it hard to accept what happened that day.. I felt compassion for the tree in a sympathetic way and I totally understood such dreadful dismay.. when a fruit from the loom went sadly astray..