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-pitched whirring came from behind the Ranger Wing, attracting Monty, Zipper and Chip’s attention. There was Gadget, utilizing a makeshift leaf blower she'd put together from the fan of a hairdryer and an old vacuum hose. The wind from the machine blew the leaves from the landing pad without Gadget having to do any serious physical labor.
Chip and Mon