HIGH FIVE!

The Great Leaf Rebellion

Kevin Schafer had always considered himself a man of order. His lawn was his kingdom, and autumn was typically his time of conquest against the seasonal chaos. Armed with his trusty wooden rake and an impressive collection of leaf bags, he prepared for the annual battle against the descending army of maple and oak leaves.

This year, however, the leaves seemed to have other plans.

As Kevin began his methodical sweeping, the first leaf landed on his meticulously pressed khaki pants with what he could have sworn was a mischievous giggle. He brushed it off. Then another leaf. And another. Soon, it was less like raking and more like being ambushed by a camouflage battalion of botanical insurgents.

The leaves danced just beyond his rake’s reach, swirling in playful wind currents. When he’d swing left, they’d flutter right. When he’d pivot, they’d do a synchronized aerial ballet, landing exactly where he’d just cleared. His neat piles dissolved faster than his patience.

“I’m in charge here!” Kevin muttered, which only seemed to encourage the leaves. A particularly large maple leaf appeared to wink at him before dramatically landing right in the center of his most perfect pile.

By the afternoon’s end, Kevin sat defeated. His lawn looked like it had been hit by a colorful, crisp tornado. The leaves, he was certain, were celebrating their victory with tiny leaf-sized victory drinks.

Sometimes, nature just wants to remind you who’s really in charge.

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