Bristle scratched his head. Those weren't the same thing at all. That didn't make any sense to him. Still he followed orders, at least according to his contract. Deciding that he'd worry about it later Bristle agily clambered up the a tree and started picking apples. He tossed them down to the basket, caught them with his mind and gently lowered them in so they didn't bruise and repeated. It was like working out his muscles and his mind at the same time. At least if you could work out your mind. People always said you could but he wasn't so sure, after all wouldn't that mean that your head would get bigger? And that couldn't be healthy at all.