A Suitor

Darci was pacing the garden in anxiety. 



The fruit tree was bearing the crop every thirty minutes, thus making the tree lean over due to the heavy weight.



"What's happening?" she looked at it in bewilderment as she glared at its' branches and stared at the roots.



"Are you under a spell?" she asked while stroking the bark of the tree.



Just then, the earth trembled beneath her.