Whilst lying in my sickly delirium this morning, my mind wandered to a place in the wooded rural. I was sitting on the porch of a tin-roofed shanty when a country doctor walked up the dirt road to my property and yelled "Adhis! I'm here to help youuuu!"
"Go away," I yelled and picked out a red apple from a metal bucket of apples next to my rickety wooden chair. I stood up and launched the apple at the man, hitting him in the forehead and sending him into a comical slump on the ground. He picked himself and his worn leather doctor's bag up and ran off my property.
The next day, I was sitting on the porch of my little house again. The same doctor walked up the dirt road to my property and yelled, "Adhis! Let me help youuuu!"
"Leave me alone!" I yelled, picked up a red apple from the bunch and hurled it at the doctor's head, sending him backwards onto the ground and his legs flying up. Dazed, he got up, picked up his bag, and staggered off the property.
Tell me, what's the moral of this story?
The moral of the story is "An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but only if you can hit him hard enough with it."