The multi-hued trees were, quite suddenly it seemed, bare. And the garden, after that final leaf-fall, was deep with crunchy leaves. Some of the drifts were chin-high, or even taller, and Squirrel was busily diving into leaf piles and tossing handfuls of leaves aside in an attempt to uncover his stash of walnuts and acorns. He’d offered some of them to Raccoon for the nut pie she was making for their early-winter feast. But first, of course, he had to find them.