Feast Patrol

If a biscuit wasn't enough to beat that hunger, a serious snack patrol was in order! I scampered back onto the kitchen counter and marched straight toward the fruit basket to find something substantial. Right near the edge sat a big, glossy red apple practically built for a real appetite. Digging my boots into the cutting board for traction, I planted both mittens against its smooth skin and pushed with all my might. It gave a wonderful, heavy rumble across the wood until it bumped snugly into a shallow ceramic bowl. Late-night fuel is officially served!