Who'd a thunk that two apples could become one?
We found this abnormality when picking our apples.
Conjoined apple twins?
Two apples, two cores, one stem.
|The pianist is Hobbes, and the fiddler was Calvin. Just in case you were wondering.|
|Photo courtesy of Becker Productions|
|One of these things doesn't belong with the others.|
|Strut your stuff|
|I think she wants out.|
|What is that circular thing in our run? I think it's looking at us.|
|Hello, handsome. You look big and tasty.|
|"Again, I say, what were you thinking when you woke me up in the middle of my nap."|
|Cat? In the glove box?|
|I guess that the gloves will come pre-warmed...|
|You'd think that she never had a soft spot in her life. She doesn't budge much now that there's a deflated pillow out there.|