Crunchy Leaves

She crunched through the fallen leaves all golden and brown. How she loved Fall; it was her favorite. The smell of chimney's and the brisk cool air on her cheeks made her heart warm. She waved at Mr. Peal and he waved back as if they knew what the other was thinking. She always liked Mr. Peal; he seemed like a happy man. Cookies awaited her at home but she lingered as the sky grew dim. Nothing could take her joy away today. She crunched another leaf and stuffed her hands in her pocket. How she loved Fall.