“Ah, there!”
Acorn stood back proudly, admiring his handiwork. A large, crinkly pile of dried leaves lay before him, twisting slightly to and fro in the light autumn breeze.
The dark green rake hung heavy in his hands, but there was still more work to be done! After all, Kiana didn’t invite any slackers to her leaf gathering “party!”
He didn’t know the gentle plant-based Paralogos well, but he did know ...
