A comparison of the usufructables of Western Canada and Sweden

On a trip through a neighborhood near campus I observed a sorrowful sight: a majestic tree with offerings unwanted. I, with naught but compassion in my heart (and dare I say a hunger 6 inches below) came back the very next day with a proposition to the owner of the tree.

"Hi. Would you mind if I picked up the apples on the ground?"

I returned to my dorm with a backpack full of half-rotted, worm-eaten, delicious fruit.

My belly size being a limiting factor in this equation, I decided to process these apples into applesauce. I finally succeeded in convincing my RA (room advisor) to check out the kitchen key from the front desk and let me use the stove. A jar of applesauce provided enough palm-grease.