You fight with yourself, but ultimately you climb the lower bark of the tree and take a pear. You're guilty enough as it is, a missing pear won't hurt anyone. ...You hope.
It's a good pear, though—more rounded than pear-shaped, with a big, stiff stem poking out of the top. The pear squishes a little when you squeeze it, and you stand in the shade eating it, keeping watch for anyone who might try to chase you off. Thankfully, no one comes. Delicious pear.