The blacksmith's apples.

So once upon a time there was a blacksmith.
He worked hard and just like most blacksmiths do, he had really big and strong arms.
But that's not everything about him. This blacksmith had a pair of appletrees infront of his house, and those had the best tasting apples in the entire village, and naturally there were people scrumping his apples.

One night he heard some noises from outside and got a bit irritated, he had enough of the people stealing his apples.
He sneaked out and walked towards the tree.
The noises were still going on. He sneaked right under and grabbed the persons nuts with his strong arm and with his deep voice he asked;
"What is your name!?"
He heard nothing but some moans of pain, and grabbed harder and asked once more;
"What is your name!?"
With a squeky voice the intruder answered "I'm John, the village mute"