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It was a windy

autumn morning

with the leaves

falling all around

him. Before he got

to school he caught

twenty-six of them

in mid-air and that

was more than he’d

ever caught before. By

the end of the day the leaves

were piled as high

as his ankles in

the gutters, and

Nick scuffled

through

them on

the way

back home,