The Singing Apple with mellow nee

Squeak! I waddled right past the toaster and spotted a giant, glossy red apple sitting by a mesh basket. Stuck right on its curvy red cheek was a tiny, oval produce sticker, shiny and peeling at the corner! I took a flying hop and bumped my tummy against the smooth fruit. It tipped and rolled slowly forward—rumble-rumble-thud!—stopping right against a metal measuring spoon. Clink! The spoon jumped and chimed, and when I leaned down, the little paper sticker stuck right onto my fluffy foot pad. I shook my foot, giggling at the sticky rustle!