Out in the apple orchard, the bees were humming in the afternoon sun, and the world was a sultry green heaven. Breathing deeply of the fragrant air in a great, growling sigh, Norbert eased his back up against a gnarled trunk and closed his eyes. He crinkled his nose a wee bit on one side, feeling a weensy niggling itchy spot grow between his shoulders. Norbert wriggled a bit against the tree, using a broken bit of branch for leverage. Mmmmm, thought Norbert, lovely. He ground one shoulder in for a moment, then braced his legs and plunged into a huge, ripping scritch, snorting and slurping as he raked his patchy pelt through the deliciously rough bark.
Plonk! came a thonk, right upon his noggin. Tunk! came another, this time on his toe. Plink! Flonk! Norbert opened his eyes and gasped at the surprising weather he'd created: a small hailstorm of apples was falling from the tree.
"Ooooh, yumny-numly!" said Norbert with a grin, reaching for one. "Numly, yummbly, mmmmphhh," he continued, munching and snorting happily through a juicy mouthful. "Mmmlurmph!"
9" tall by 5" wide.
Lots of apples.
