What?
And then I remembered that the evening before, I had tossed two old apples, starting to get wrinkly, out the front door and downhill towards the orchard and deer feed trough. Misto was *very* proud of his find and carried his frozen prize all the way back to the shed, where I split it in two for them both to share.
No telling where the other apple is.
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