GlitchSamo21

The Question of Love A colorful burst of leaves twirled and danced in the air like a red and yellow storm cloud as they blew from the Ranger Tree and drifted to the ground to join their fallen comrades. On the branches above, a stocky mouse leaned against the rodent-sized push broom he’d been using and wiped his forehead. “Does it botha’ anyone else here that fall cleanin’ is harder work than spring cleaning?” Monterrey Jack complained. “These leaves have to go somewhere, Monty,” Chip said as he diligently swept a pile off the Ranger Wing’s landing pad, over the side of the tree. A high-pitc