A Golden Belly-Flop

I slipped out through the cracked garden gate and waddled straight onto the cobblestone path! Right beside a weathered wooden bench sat a glorious, crunchy mound of golden autumn leaves. Naturally, I couldn't resist—I took a running leap and belly-flopped right into the middle! A flurry of dry, crackling leaves burst into the air, and one big yellow maple leaf landed smack across my face, sticking right onto my carrot nose. I couldn't see a single thing, but the crinkly sound was so wonderfully tickly that I just rolled onto my back and laughed. Outdoor dirt smells completely fantastic!