A Crisp Crackle Run

I slipped back out through the front porch step, straight toward the big paper birch tree on the lawn! A fresh drift of crisp, papery brown leaves had piled up right over the grass. I took a little running dash and leaped with both feet right into the middle of the mound. Crackle, crunch, snap! Leaves shattered beneath my sneakers like tiny breakfast flakes. I gave a cheerful kick, sending a golden flurry fluttering into the air before flopping down to catch one right in my plush lap. #Matt(eddsworld)