Aprus followed sorrowing, yet intent that he should find it, and wrest the secret of its escape from it when found. But the days were long, and after a week at its chase, wise Aprus was tired. He took his rest beneath a tree ripe with fruit, striking it once to take his pick.
Of the fruits that fell, he chose a red one, and bit deep, only for the thin skin to frustrate him-for beneath was a thick husk, one that frustrated his every attempt to sunder it. In anger, he laid about it with the haft of his walking-stick, only to have it break neatly in two along its middle.
And Aprus did smile, for this presented an opportunity.
Shortly, the demon returned, only to shy away when Aprus held forth the hull, hollowed and cunningly blessed. He didst cast it forth, and struck it neatly upon the brow, only for the demon to vanish into it in a flash of red light. As the demon struggled within, the nut rolled back and forth, flashing and wobbling-only to stop, and to cease its movement.
Then didst Aprus take the nut, and return to his monastery, presenting it to the Abbot. When the demon was released, it prostrated itself before him, laying its four arms upon the floor and praising the Lord God.
For his services, Aprus was promoted to Friar, and years later, to Abbot. After his death, he was Sainted, and today, we still use his miraculous discovery-Aprus' Seed, or Apri-corn."
-The Legend of Saint Aprus