Me: Kev took some photos of Dave and Harriet on their walk today.
Nell: Let me see.
Me: Look at all those leaves. Autumn is well and truly here.
Nell: It certainly is.
Me: I’m glad you and I were able to go for a short walk, too.
Nell: There aren’t as many leaves around in the village.
Me: No. Did you see the apples by the front door?
Nell: Yes.
Me: One of our neighbours left them there for us. Isn’t that kind of them?
Nell: It is but Herr Hoffmann isn’t going to make another crumble.
Me: No, I know. There’s only so many crumbles you can expect a bear to make. Even a kind bear like Herr Hoffmann.
Nell: He doesn’t mind making them. He minds them being stolen.
Me: We all do. Maybe he could make an apple pie?
Nell: I’m not sure he wants to make anything with apples.
Me: It’s not the apples’ fault.
Nell: Nobody said it was.
Me: An apple pie probably wouldn’t get stolen.
Nell: Wouldn’t it?
Me: A rhubarb crumble might, though.
Nell: We don’t have any rhubarb.
Me: Or a gooseberry crumble. My mother used to make those. She loved the tartness of the berries against the sweetness of the crumble.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: But if an apple pie did get stolen it would prove something.
Nell: Someone is greedy?
Me: No. it actually is more about the apples than the crumble.
Nell: What?
Me: Maybe they’re an Apple Thief not a Crumble Thief?
Nell: What about the bag of apples our neighbour left by the door? Nobody stole those.
Me: You’re right. If they steal the apple pie they might be someone else completely?
Nell: Who?
Me: A Pudding Thief.
Nell: I give up.
Me: Sorry.
