Bristly bark jostling within the jowls, mounds of succulent foliage melting in the mouth, the tenderest of tendrils tickling my tongue...It's not every day I wax poetic about a mid-morning snack! Of course, it's not every day that Granny sends home the mother of all apple branches. The thing weighed more than Mom (and that's saying something!) Granny and Mom rather naively assumed that a snack of this stature would take Kenzie and me two, maybe three days to devour. HAH! We reduced that stick to the size of a toothpick in two hours flat. Nothing left but some sawdust...
Speaking of DUST, it's been a while since Mom dragged out the noisy sucky thing in a feeble attempt to make our surroundings more habitable. She's the most marginal of housekeepers on her best day, and trust us, she doesn't have many of those. We are used to it by now, the billowing cloud of debris that surrounds us with every step. Far be it from Kenzie and me to complain about the noxious fumes that assault our senses daily. Sure, Mom can claim "asthma" when faced with the onerous ordeal of climbing, say, six steps. But let a couple of long-suffering house bunnies simply SUGGEST that a full scale overhaul of our living environment is in order, and we're treated with all the respect one might afford an annoying ant. Or an annoying AUNT.
So we soldier on, Kenzie and me, and bear our burdens bravely. Scrumptious snacks help take the sting out of our squalor. There's not much apple tree left, and Granny wants it all gone. She says maybe she should just set us to work on the stump, and save her hours of back-breaking labor. I'm all for it. We are more than up for the challenge. But not right now. Right now we've got full tummies and a cozy hideaway under the bed, and the rain is gently falling, and the furnace is percolating, and the only thing we're up for is a long nap.
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