Pineapple lovely, strife radiates from tongue to tum as cogitations consider how to transfer thee from tree to me.

Sans ladder, rock, or knife, will there be found a solution in modes Empedoclean?

Ah, the earth bears fruity palm so that air might breeze treat into water’s waves, where, carried to shore, prickly piece ignites a fire in taste buds’ desire for tangy, juicy squeeze.

Does that create a treat or a story far from sensibility concrete?

Oh, fussbudget, just because the reasoning seems fantastical to your tendency towards norming notions does not preclude you from capitulating to a theory of elemental potions.

For as long as the apple of pine is in its state of existence quite koshering, the hows and whys matter not as long as refreshment is both enjoyed and shared, whether by slices offered gratis or by requests from a coshering. ; )