Mum, I don't understand you sometimes...what are you doing?
What are you doing?These are my leaves...they bring me utmost joy.
I single handedly or make that single pawedly scattered them just right over the garden after they fell from the trees.
You came along and raked them and bagged them up to dispose of...why?
I love playing in the dry brown leaves...they make a rustling sound when I roll around in them.
I'm not moving from here...I won't let you take them....over my dead body.
These are my leaves!!