Bram’s Biggest Leaf Cheer — Beside the crooked park fence, Bram zipped his pom-pom hat tight and counted the maple leaves under his boots. Read the full story →
Beside the crooked park fence, Bram zipped his pom-pom hat tight and counted the maple leaves under his boots. He had set himself a grand October challenge: one jump, one crunch, loud enough for the bare trees to hear. The air smelled like cold grass and pumpkin skin. “Ready, leaves?” he called, wiggling his mittenless fingers. Then he ran—thump, thump, thump—toward the biggest pile and sprang high.
Crunch-a-rumble! Leaves flew like little orange birds. Bram laughed so hard his cheeks felt warm in the chilly wind. Then a new sound joined in: a soft, hollow hum from the curly-vined pumpkin at the pile’s edge. It wasn’t watching his jump; it was echoing it, turning every crunch into a round, bouncy cheer. Bram jumped again, and the pumpkin hummed again, and even the fence seemed to clap. Can you spot the leaf that looks ready to join Bram’s biggest leaf cheer?