Wembley snorted a bit as he laughed. "Oh, I don't know, imagine if Red had been the one up there. That would've been an incredible jump!"

The apples had his complete attention after that, though - he could hear how crisp and juicy they were when Gobo cut into one of them. A good sound, a wet kind of 'crrrrrup!'

"I think," Wembley was soon saying around a mouthful of apple, "this settles it: Autumn is my favorite season! I think. Hmm, maybe winter, winter's really cozy. Or maybe spring, when the flowers come out? Ooh, or summer!"