Breakfast Boulder

My stomach let out a ferocious rumble the second I touched down on the kitchen counter! Food first, always! Resting on a wooden cutting board was a gigantic, shiny red apple—easily three times my height and solid as a boulder. Perfect! I planted my boots firmly on the wood grain, threw both palms against the smooth red skin, and pushed with every ounce of power in my legs. My plastic joints gave a sharp creak as the monster finally gave way, rolling two full inches across the board before stopping. Ha! That counts as morning training and food hunting all in one!