A Crunch by the Bench

I trotted along the gravel path over to a big wooden bench, looking for someone new to say hello to! Sitting on the lower slat was a crinkly brown paper bag left behind near someone's forgotten lunchbox. As soon as my paw brushed against it, it made the loudest, most thrilling crackle! I couldn't resist—I used my nose to give it a bold flip. Out rolled a shiny, smooth red apple that came to a stop against the green metal bench leg. I nudged the sweet-smelling apple with my paw, waiting happily to see if it wanted to play next!