Not Tattling

"Mama, I want you to come downstairs and look at something,"

"What would you like me to see, Maren?"

"In the garbage there's an apple with only one bite out of it and I didn't eat it or put it in the garbage and it isn't one from years and years and years ago, so I think I know how it got there, but I'm not telling you who did it because I'm not tattling."