Nola’s Apple-Pat Game — Under the quiet apple tree, Nola pushed one big apple with her nose. Thump. Read the full story →
Under the quiet apple tree, Nola pushed one big apple with her nose. Thump. She patted grass around it with her hoof. Pat-pat. She had made a new game: apple-pat, apple-stay.
The apple rolled away. Nola tucked soft grass closer. It smelled sweet and green. “Stay, round friend,” she whispered. This time the apple sat snug and still.
Ever since then, apples in that tiny orchard rest in little grass nests when ponies make them by hand. Can you find Nola’s proud apple-pat spot?