But not the cozy, reading the anthology by John Green Maureen Johnson, and Lauren Myracle. No, this let it snow:
It got a little wild out there yesterday. Speaking of which:
Those are oak leaves. I’m not exactly sure where they came from. It wasn’t just the kids kicking up some random leaf pile from the woods at the side of our yard. (This is where we put our leaves. I don’t know what other people do with their leaves.) Anyway, while I was driving around yesterday (because I’m crazy like that), I ran into other random oak leaf explosions. It was weird.
A few moments later, they were both tapping at the back deck door, all big eyes behind all that snow.
“We heard a dog bark,” Andrew said.
Yeah. That’s scary. But I guess with all the wind and leaves, it was a little freaky. So they came in and played with PlayDoh and Kyra invented a country called Unicorn Sisters, where only girls live.