below-him

Beaming into the thick of a tree without becoming a lifelong tree hugger was a tricky business. A precision job. Scrooby__ job at the Time Saving Agency was a tough one. Billions of lives depended on him not screwing up. Literally billions and billions. Once, he__ screwed up in only a very small way and people wore those little yellow smiley faces on t-shirts for decades afterwards _ and that was just a small screw up. He sighed. Here he sat, in the branches of an apple tree in an apple tree orchard _ and without a single apple in sight. Below him, Isaac was waiting to get bonked on the noggin with an apple so that he could fulfill history by toddling off to invent gravity and shape scientific and mathematical principles for generations to come. Only one problem _ no apples.