Bod has a lovely red apple. But when he throws it up in the air it doesn't come back down. The others join Bod in waiting for the apple to fall. Just as they give up waiting and leave it falls, whacking Bod on the head.

Bod would like to have someone to play ball with. He thinks a dog would be just right. But what type of dog should he get? He imagines what sort of dog each one of his friends would choose - but someone has already chosen Bod.