Blossom's Four Seasons

   “Wow,” unexpectedly sighed Blossom, standing with this broad grin covering her wooden-face, recalling the events of two weeks ago.
    “It was a cold October morning, Jenny,” Blossom divulged, “when out of the blue, I suddenly caught sight of Sam Smith: strolling, menacingly towards me, and my friends the other fruit trees.  I couldn't help noticing at the time, that he seemed to be deep in thought.
    Oh, no!  Not another one I cringed nervously, watching him move nearer and nearer to me.  I might add, Jenny.  That the sight of Sam Smith made me, shudder, and quickly pull, my branches in as far as I possibly could.  Hoping, he couldn't see me.
    On seeing how frighten I was.  Grumpy Tim, the pear tree from across the way got really annoyed with me, because he told me in his stuck-up arrogant way.  Don't be stupid Blossom!  No one has ever picked one of you lot from that side of the path, yet!
    Tim's attitude annoyed me so much that I shouted back at him.  “You wait, Tim!  Someone will come along one day, and pick you with a bit of luck.” Tim's reaction to this was to pull a sarcastic face at me.  Therefore, I pulled my tongue out at him.  ‘Disgusting,’ he moaned back at me, Jenny.”                                                                                                                          
   “You've got a good memory, Blossom,” replied Jenny Wren.  “How can you possibly remember what happened that day?”
    “For that reason, Jenny, as you just said.  I'm fortunate to have a good memory,” giggled Blossom.  “So stop butting in will you.  It's ignorant!  Now as I was just about to say.  When Sam Smith stopped in front of me with this puzzled look on his face, I suddenly realised it must be my turn to disappear.
Therefore, I stood as still as a statue with this inner fear rushing up the inside of my trunk, making me feel, really sick.  Of course, Sam Smith had no idea how frighten I was.  Or, that I thought he looked like one of those scary humans.  You know which ones, Jenny, the ones that frighten you sometimes.”
    “I do,” sighed Jenny, quietly thinking to herself.  Blossom sounds like a scary cat!  But Jenny kept this opinion to herself.
    “What's so amusing, Jenny?”
    “Nothing, Blossom, carry on.  I'll try not to interrupt you again.”