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Leaf lessons

The other day, I took Finn for a walk in the autumn woods. Squirrels scampered, acorns rained, and leaves floated down to the forest floor. Finn busied himself with collecting red and orange oak leaves. At one point he stopped and looked at me with a quizzical look.

Finn: Daddy?

Me: Yeah, buddy?

Finn: There sure are a lot of leaves in the forest.

Me: You’re right, pal.

Finn: Daddy, whose job is it to come and rake them all up?

Me: (with a chuckle) People only rake the leaves in their yard. Nobody rakes them in the woods. In the forest they break down and turn into dirt.

Finn: That’s good. It sure would take a lot of raking to pick up all these leaves! That’s not a job I’d want.

Me: I wouldn’t want it either, bubba.

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