It was a windy day. The mailman barely made it to the front door. When the door opened, Mrs. Pennington said, "hello", but, before she had a real chance to say "thank you", the mail blew out of the mailman's hands, into the house and the front door slammed in his face. Mrs. Pennington ran to pick up the mail. "Oh my," she said. Tommy was watching the shutters open and then shut, open and then shut. "Mom," he said, "may I go outside?" "Be careful," she said. "It's so windy today." Tommy crawled down from the window-seat and ran to the door. He opened it with a bang. The wind blew fiercely and snatched the newly recovered mail from Mrs. Pennington's hands and blew it even further into the house. "Oh my," she said again. Tommy ran outside and the door slammed shut. Outside, yellow, gold, and red leaves were leaping from swaying trees, landing on the roof, jumping off the roof, and then chasing one another down the street in tiny whirlwinds of merriment. Tommy watched in fascination. "If I was a leaf, I would fly clear across the world," Tommy thought and then ran out into the yard among the swirl of colors. Mrs. Pennington came to the front porch. "Tommy, I have your jacket. Please put it on." However, there was no Tommy in the front yard. "Tommy?" Tommy was a leaf. He was blowing down the street with the rest of his play-mates. A maple leaf came close-by, touched him and moved ahead. Tommy met him shortly, brushed against him, and moved further ahead. They swirled around and around, hit cars and poles, flew up into the air and then down again. "This is fun," Tommy thought. The maple leaf blew in front of him. It was bright red with well-defined veins. The sun-light shone through it giving it a brilliance never before seen by a little boy's eyes. "Where do you think we are going?" Tommy asked the leaf. "Does it matter?" the leaf replied. "Have fun. Life is short." "I beg to differ," an older leaf said suddenly coming beside them. "The journey may be short, but the end is the beginning." Tommy pondered this the best a leaf could ponder. "Where do we end up?" "If the wind blows you in that direction," the old leaf said, "you will end up in the city dump."
"I don't want that," Tommy said. "If you are blown in that direction, you will fly high into the air and see things that no leaf has seen before." "Follow me to the city dump," the maple leaf said. "Most of my friends are there." The wind blew Tommy and the maple leaf along. Tommy thought of his choices. He wanted to continue to play. "Okay," Tommy said, "I will go with you to the dump." The winds shifted and Tommy and the leaf were blown in the direction of the city dump. The old leaf didn't follow. He was blown further down the block and suddenly lifted up high into the air. "Hey," he called out, "the sights up here. They are spectacular. Come and see." Tommy and the maple leaf ignored him. "I see something. I see the dump." The old leaf cried out. "I see smoke. Come up here. I see fire." "I see nothing," the maple leaf said. Tommy saw the fence that surrounded the city dump. He was happy to be with his friend. They would have fun in the dump. Suddenly, a car pulled up. It was Tommy's mom. Mrs. Pennington wasn't about to let her little boy run into the city dump. "Not so fast," she said getting out of the car. "You are not allowed to play in there. Don't you see the smoke?" Tommy watched the maple leaf blow against the wall and struggle to get over. He ran over to get it but was unable to reach it. Mrs. Pennington walked over and took the leaf. She put it in her pocket. "There," she said, "it will be safe until we get home." Tommy smiled, ran to the car and got in. He rolled down the back window and looked up into the sky. He wondered where the old leaf had gone. Perhaps one day he would see what the old leaf had seen - perhaps.
Ini hari yang berangin.
Tukang Pos berdiri tepat di depan pintu. Ketika pintu dibuka, Ibu Pennington berkata, "hello", tetapi, sebelum dia memiliki kesempatan nyata untuk mengatakan "terima kasih", surat diletakkan dari tangan pak pos, ke rumah dan di depan pintu wajahnya penasaran. Ibu Pennington berlari untuk mengambil surat.
"Oh saya," katanya.
Tommy telah selesai menonton shutters membuka dan kemudian ditutup.
"Ibu," katanya, "mungkin saya akan ke luar?"
"Hati-hati," katanya. "ini hari yang berangin."
Tommy menjelajahi bawah dari jendela-kursi dan berlari ke pintu. Ia membuka dengan keras. angin bertiup panas dan menerbangkan kembali melewati tangan nyonya Pennington dan bahkan lebih jauh ke dalam rumah.
"Oh saya," katanya lagi. Tommy berlari ke luar dan menutup pintu segera.
Daun berguguran di Luar, kuning emas, merah dari ayunan pohon, menuju pada atap, melompat di bagian atap, kemudian bertabrakan satu sama lain di bawah jalan kecil dari angin kegembiraan.
Tommy terpesona.
"Jika saya adalah daun, saya akan terbang jelas di seluruh dunia," pikir Tommy dan kemudian berlari keluar ke halaman di antara keramaian warna.
Ibu Pennington datang ke serambi depan.
"Tommy, saya minta jaket. Harap meletakkannya di."
Namun, tidak ada Tommy di halaman depan.
"Tommy?"
Tommy pergi. Dia meniup bawah jalan dengan sisa dari itu bermain-main.
Sebuah daun maple datang dekat-oleh, dan menyentuh dia bergerak maju. Tommy segera bertemu dengan dia, menyapa dia, dan bergerak lebih maju. Mereka berkeliling, tekan mobil dan tiang, Terbang ke atas ke udara dan kemudian turun lagi.
"Ini sangat menyenangkan," pikir Tommy.
Daun maple yang beterbangan di depannya. Merah terang itu dengan baik. Sinar mentari menyinarinya memberi keterangan yang belum pernah dilihat oleh seorang anak kecil.
"Kemana kita akan pergi?" Tommy bertanya kepada daun.
"apa itu penting?" daun menjawab. "Bersenang senaglah. Hidup ini singkat."
"Saya tdk setuju," ujar daun tua tiba-tiba datang di sebelahnya. "Perjalanan singkat mungkin, tapi akhirnya adalah awal."
Tommy brfikir ini yang terbaik yang bisa direnungkan oleh daun.
"Di mana kita berakhir?"
"Jika angin betirup sesuai arah," daun tua berkata, "Anda akan berakhir di kota dump."
"Saya tidak ingin itu," ujar Tommy.
"Jika anda berkembang dalam arah, anda akan terbang tinggi ke udara dan melihat hal-hal yang tidak dimiliki daun sebelumnya."
"Ikuti saya ke kota dump," kata daun maple. "Sebagian besar dari teman saya yang ada."
Angin menerbangkan Tommy dan daun maple bersama. Tommy berpikir dia orang pilihan. Dia ingin terus bermain.
"Okay," Tommy berkata, "Aku akan pergi bersama Anda ke tempat sampah."
Angin bergeser dan Tommy dan daun yang ditiupkan ke arah kota dump.
Daun yang lama tidak mengikuti. Dia telah tertiup cukup jauh di bawah blok dan tiba-tiba diterbangkan tinggi ke udara.
"Hey," ia berteriak, "pemandangan di sini. Mereka spektakuler. Datang dan lihat."
Tommy dan daun maple mengabaikan dia.
"Saya melihat sesuatu. Dump saya lihat." Lama daun berteriak. "Saya melihat asap. Mari di sini. Saya melihat api."
"Saya lihat apa-apa," kata daun maple.
Tommy melihat pagar yang mengelilingi kota dump. Dia akan senang dengan teman. Mereka akan bersenang-senang di tempat sampah.
Tiba-tiba, sebuah mobil terlihat dari atas. Itu ib tommy. Ibu Pennington tidak akan membiarkan anak kecil itu berjalan ke kota dump.
"Tidak terlalu cepat," kata dia keluar dari mobil. "Kamu tidak diperbolehkan untuk bermain di sana. Tidakkah anda melihat asap?"
Tommy melhat daun mapel tertiup ke dinding dan perjuangan untuk mendapatkan lebih. Dia berlari untuk mendapatkannya tetapi tidak dapat mencapainya.
Ibu Pennington berjalan di atas dan mengambil daun. Ia meletakkannya di saku.
"Di sana," katanya, "ia akan aman sampai rumah kita."
Tommy tersenyum, berlari ke mobil dan memasukinya. Dia terguling bawah jendela belakang dan memandang ke atas langit. Dia bertanya-tanya di mana daun tua telah pergi. Mungkin satu hari dia akan melihat apa yang telah lama tak dilihat oleh daun.