The Orchard

Long ago part of a vibrant and active farming family, the only thing remaining on the outskirts of the old farm is the orchard. Though half of the trees are long since dead, leaving nothing more than their skeletal statues looming on the horizing, the other half have since flourished with seasonal sweet-tasting fruit of many colors and varieties. During dusk the many neighboring forest creatures venture out of the trees into the orchard to nibble on the fallen fruits, ever wary for spying eyes and sharp teeth.