Apples for Rascaletta

Bob chopped up these apples today, put them in a bag, and took them to the park for Rascaletta. I was too tired to go along, but he said he found her running in the middle of a flock of wild turkeys. The big birds and the little deer were apparently all having a terrific time while Gulliver sat and watched in amazement. He didn't even bark at them. Guess I should have gone with them, but I had a really busy day up to that point and sitting on the sofa with my book sounded much more inviting than a cold walk in the snow. Hmmm, I hope this broken arm isn't turning me into a wimp.