The Immigrant

Driven out by the dreaded and fierce Autumn, the enemy of all leaves, this innocent little Maple was plucked from it’s family and fell in the night to rest among others and be spotted by The Boss who was looking for his socks and glanced out the window.

What will become of it, I wondered, but as the sun was not to shine in this window today it was some hours until I returned to discover it gone…probably to ground with it’s brothers or sisters. Errr…Well somehow I just knew that all that rustling would lead to a bad ending. 
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Is it tea time yet?


Tuss