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I once lived on a farm that was full of leaves. It was musty, yet it was still beautiful at the same time. I like to play often, but most days my grandfather makes me tend to the yard work. My favorite is when he puts me on the tractor to scoop up the leaves. On a tipical day I enjoy piling up the leaves and stopping to jump in to them. A few years ago I proceeded with my normal routines, but something was stiring around the air.
