Last Apple

Yesterday I walked out to the apple trees. I thought I could see a little patch of red up in a tree.



Bailey, my brown and white dog, got to it before I did. He sat right under it.



As I walked up, he looked at me as if to say "What took you so long?"



He was trying to say "It's right there. Can't you see it?"



And as I got closer I could see it better. There it was. The last apple.



But when I went to pick it, Bailey seemed to say "Let it stay. At least one more day." So I did.



It will be there tomorrow. And we can get it then.



There's no rush.



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