There was a boy who lived in a small house, and when he left the house he had to pass an apple tree that stood beside the road in front of his house.
High up in the apple tree there was a beautiful apple, red and big and juicy, and the boy could only dream about the taste of the apple, because there was seemingly no way to reach the apple high up in the tree.
Most of the time the boy enjoyed to have such a wonderful apple close to his house, and he was happy about the apple. But there were also times where the boy hated the apple, because he knew that he never could get it.
Did the apple do something wrong so that it deserved to be hated?
Was the boy a monster because he hated an innocent apple?
Or did god something wrong who let the apple grow where it grew?