Bruce Bear sat at the edge of his cozy den, the camping packing list spread out before him. With a pencil tapping lightly on his forehead, he furrowed his brow in deep concentration, trying to recall who he had assigned to bring what for their upcoming trip. Bruce breathed a sigh of relief as he recalled a crucial detail from his camping preparations. "Ah-ha!" he exclaimed with a grin. "I remember now! It was one of the lady bears that volunteered to bring the apples! She just happens to live near a large orchard that stretches across rolling hills. The orchard has tall trees filled with clusters of apples in vibrant shades of red, green, and golden hues. As you walk through the sweet and delicious smelling rows of trees you can hear birds chirping and insects buzzing. She suggested that fresh picked apples from the orchard may be just the right thing to add a touch of sweetness and crunch to our woodland feast.”