Thenk yew, Litl' Rooster! Are you saying I am no longer a nut?
When I was a senior, I had English class right after lunch. One brown-nosing guy would actually bring apples for the teacher of that class and set the apple on her desk before she arrived. She'd always pick up the apple and grace the boy with a wide smile and a thank you.
One day, I brought a beautiful and large apple to school. All morning long, I gently bounced the apple on my desks. Bounce, turn, bounce, turn. As the day progressed, that apple was still large and beautiful, with no signs of damage, but the bouncing had turned the insides to mush.
After lunch, the boy's apple was swapped out with mine. The teacher arrived, saw the apple, smiled at the boy, and picked it up. Her fingers sunk into the apple, she got a look of abject horror, and she dropped it.
Ah, it was a small thing, but it was grand and glorious.
AnnieLee