The hazards of apple picking

So, yesterday I was sitting in my room looking at my french book. I know that I should work on it especially since I'm here and it will probably stick better since I am completely surrounded by the language but I just can't bring myself to most of the time. So, as I was saying, I'm sitting in my room admiring the cover of my french book when my host brother Thomas comes in and asks if I'd like to help him pick some apples-my family has a pasture with about six apple trees. Of course I say yes, so we slip on our muck-a-bouts and head outside.

We get out to the pasture and go to the first tree all the apples look absolutely delicious but we can't reach them, so Thomas starts tugging on branches and a few of the apples fall to the ground. He hands me one to try and oh my word! It was delicious :] But we can't get the rest of the apples so he runs back to the house to grab this long pole to reach the apples with and I'm left standing alone in the field. Which was fine until I look behind me and happen to see a horse approaching me! For those of you that don't know, I'm a little bit afraid of horses. So I kind of start to get nervous, and find myself wondering if anyone would hear my scream. The carnivorous horse is now a foot away from me and he starts to lower his head, I'm thinking he might headbutt me, but thank god he goes for one of the apples Thomas had managed to knock to the ground. I'm completely petrified when I realize I have my half-eaten apple in my hand still and the horse is eying it! So of course, I immediately drop it. Then Thomas comes back into the far end of the pasture and sees the horse eating the apples and yells at me to stop him! And I don't know what to do so I kind of step towards the horse and say "no" but really what am I suppose to do, I don't want to irritate it!! Thomas runs over and shoos the horse away and asks me what is wrong, I'm forced to admit that I'm a bit afraid of horses. He laughed at me! But that part doesn't matter, the important thing is that I was no longer one on one with the evil horse! Now we humans outnumbered him :]

This brief peace however did not last long. Thomas and I had picked about half of the good apples and I was holding the bucket when he looked behind me and said, "oh no." I instantly spin around to see what it is and of course it's the six other horses my host family has, charging toward me! I was so freaked out, and we spent the remainder of our time fighting off the horses! Or I should say Thomas fought them off and I just hoped that when he smacked them they wouldn't kick me.

So all in all, apple picking was nothing like I imagined. And just a word to the wise, if you ever go picking apples, make sure there are no horses!