The smell of hot apple pie wafting out from the kitchen made Elmo’s mouth water. He flipped on the television to occupy his mind until the pie finished baking. A weatherman was saying that there was a good chance of rain or snow today with falling temperatures in the 30s. On Saturday he expected a high around 40. Elmo leaned back and flipped through more channels until the timer on the oven sounded. “Finally,” he thought as he walked to the kitchen. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into the flaky crust and the soft apples. “Oh, this?” said the chef, “No, this is for the governor’s private luncheon. I’m sorry, Elmo.”