...who emerge at dusk to steal our fruit. We sort of scared off FOUR in the apple tree last night. I say 'sort of', because they came right back each time Penny dutifully barked them into retreat, and eventually even a dog has to get some sleep.
But these don't look entirely like possum tooth marks. Who else is stealing our apples?
Aha! A culprit is waiting for us to go inside.
We see you, and Penny is barking at you! Do you care? No.
Okay, so I'll pick up some of these bits of bark on the little path and throw them at you!
Penny thinks this is a great game, and now she knows that bits of mulch are really important, because her human has been playing with them, so she should take some inside the house and taste it and keep it and enjoy it in every way.
So everyone's happy now, with something to eat. Dog, possums, ringtail possums. A happy ending.