Apples are dangerous at this time of year.They fall from the sky, you know. It can be a bit dodgy if I happen to be hopping along in the garden minding my own business looking for dandelion leaves or squashed plums. Don't they know I'm a ground animal and never potter about with my head in the air expecting apples to drop in unannounced? Why should I? They should have more consideration for folk like me. It's much safer in the house in Autumn. I can climb onto the back of the sofa and stay one step ahead of things like apples while I'm mountaineering. That way I can make sure they stay firmly in their fruit bowl.
Mind you, damsons can be a bit unpredictable as well. I was quietly dozing in one of my boxes listening to them drip through thier muslin cradle over the sink ready to make damson jelly when suddenly they took off, flew through the air and splattered everything. The mush hit the walls, the floor and my boxes. It smothered M who was getting jam jars ready and oozed its way down the sides of the cupboards. It's no good telling humans about the dangers of fruit.
They have to find these things out for themselves.
Chicken Licken knew what he was talking about.
And the special thing about it, if you look carefully, is, I can do a magic trick with it. I take a long piece of my Alfalfa King in my mouth, nibble away, whisper a couple of Abracadabras and look what comes out the other end! Neat or what?
This one is called Carrot Tops in a Pretty Jug.