[Poggio]

He continued down the path not aware that he had been passing through the village as the voice narrated. When he got to the edge of the village he looked up finding the path again. Soon his nose had dove back into the book. His feet took one step to many into the thick bush. He looked up again spying an apple tree with some of the most luscious gala apples he had seen. For some reason his mind thought his grandmother would loved some of them, as well as his stomach. He set the book down and started climbing up the thick branches to get the apples.