Red, yellow, orange, and brown filled Alffie’s vision as the tree above him suddenly decided to shed all of its fall leaves on top of his head. He had been casually sitting underneath the tree in the courtyard reading a book; so much for a peaceful day. Sighing he began to brush off the leaves when he heard a laugh from behind him.
Brock didn’t know why he found it so funny, but for some reason he couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the boy before him get frustrated as the leaves floated down from the branches to land on top of him. “It’s a tree, you know. They tend to do that - especially in the fall.”








