Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Have I told you Doggies




That Fall, is my favoriestest season?
Mmm well it is. I think the colors,
(and never mind those humans that says that dogs are color blind, because that just isn't so!)

are beautiful, it gets cooler so that dogs like me, with lots of hair doesn't overheat, and then of course there are all the food of fall...hehe.
There is however a few things about fall that now that I have turned 2 and understand more things, worries me a little...well, maybe alot

One thing is the leaves falling, cause could they not get hurt falling from all the way up on the tree branches down to the ground?

When I went outside this morning, there in front of the steps, lay a leaf I could have sworn was all red and orange and beautiful yesterday, except this morning it had turned brown and had crumpled a bit like a raisin. I sniffed it many many times to see if maybe one of the baby bambies that walk on our lawn at night, had stepped on it by mistake, but no deer smell, came from the leaf. What could have happened to it.

I ran in to find mamma to show her, and when she came outside and saw the leaf she turned around and looked at me, and then she said: Chance are you wondering about the falling leaves and what happens to them. You know, when I was little like you, I worried about the leaves too, and I am going to tell you a story that my mamma told me, and maybe it will help you feel better, just like I did...
She asked me to lay down on the porch and then she told me the story of


~The Fall of Freddie the Leaf~


Spring had passed. So had Summer. Freddie, the leaf, had grown large. His mid section was wide and strong, and his five extensions were firm and pointed. He had first appeared in Spring as a small sprout on a rather large branch near the top of a tall tree.

Freddie was surrounded by hundreds of other leaves just like himself, or so i
t seemed. Soon he discovered that no two leaves were alike, even though they were on the same tree. Alfred was the leaf next to him. Ben was the leaf on his right side, and Clare was the lovely leaf overhead. They had all grown up together. They had learned to dance in the Spring breezes, bask lazily in the Summer sun and wash off in the cooling rains.

But it was Daniel who was Freddie's best friend. He was the largest leaf on the limb and seemed to have been there before anyone else. It appeared to Freddie that Daniel was also the wisest among them. It was Daniel who told them that they were part of a tree. It was Daniel who explained that they were growing in a public park. It was Daniel who told them that the tree had strong roots which were hidden in the ground below. He explained about the birds who came to sit on their branch and sing morning songs. He explained about the sun, the moon, the stars, and the seasons.

Freddie loved being a leaf. He loved his branch, his light leafy friends, his place high in the sky, the wind that jostled him about, the sun rays that warmed him, the moon that covered him with soft, white shadows. Summer had been especially nice. The long hot days felt good and the warm nights were peaceful and dreamy. There were many people in the park that Summer. They often came and sat under Freddie's tree. Daniel told him that giving shade was part of his purpose.

"What's a purpose?" Freddie had asked.

"A reason for being," Daniel had answered. "To make things more pleasant for others is a reason for being. To make shade for old people who come to escape the heat of their homes is a reason for being. To provide a cool place for children to come and play. To fan with our leaves the picnickers who come to eat on checkered tablecloths. These are all the reasons for being."

Freddie especially liked the old people. They sat so quietly on the cool grass and hardly ever moved. They talked in whispers of times past. The children were fun, too, even though they sometimes tore holes in the bark of the tree or carved their names into it. Still, it was fun to watch them move so fast and to laugh so much.

But Freddie's Summer soon passed. It vanished on an October night. He had never felt it so cold. All the leaves shivered with the cold. They were coated with a thin layer of white which quickly melted and left them dew drenched and sparkling in the morning sun. Again, it was Daniel who explained that they had experienced their first frost, the sign that it was Fall and that Winter would come soon.

Almost at once, the whole tree, in fact, the whole park was transformed into a blaze of color. There was hardly a green leaf left. Alfred had turned a deep yellow. Ben had become a bright orange. Clare had become a blazing red, Daniel a deep purple and Freddie was red and gold and blue. How beautiful they all looked. Freddie and his friends had made their tree a rainbow.


"Why did we turn different colors," Freddie asked, "when we are on the same tree?"

"Each of us is different. We have had different experiences. We have faced the sun differently. We have cast shade differently. Why should we not have different colors?" Daniel said matter-of-factly. Daniel told Freddie that this wonderful season was called Fall.

One day a very strange thing happened. The same breezes that, in the past, had made them dance began to push and pull at their stems, almost as if they were angry. This caused some of the leaves to be torn from their branches and swept up in the wind, tossed about and dropped softly to the ground. All the leaves became frightened.

"What's happening?" they asked each other in whispers.


"It's what happens in Fall," Daniel told them. "It's the time for leaves to chan
ge their home. Some people call it to die."

"Will we all die?" Freddie asked.


"Yes," Daniel answered. "Everything dies. No matter how big or small, how weak or strong. We first do our job. We experience the sun and the moon, the wind and the rain. We learn to dance and to laugh. Then we die."

"I won't die!" said Freddie with determination. "Will you, Daniel?"


"Yes," answered Daniel, "when it's my time."

"When is that?" asked Freddie.


"No one knows for sure," Daniel responded.

Freddie noticed that the other leaves continued to fall. He thought, "It must be their time." He saw that some of the leaves lashed back at the wind before they fell, others simply let go and dropped quietly. Soon the tree was almost bare.

"I'm afraid to die," Freddie told Daniel. "I don't know what's down there."

"We all fear what we don't know, Freddie. It's natural," Daniel reassured him. "Yet, you were not afraid when Summer became Fall. They were natural changes. Why should you be afra
id of the season of death?"

"Does the tree die, too?" Freddie asked.

"Someday. But there is something stronger than the tree. It is Life. That lasts forever and we are all a part of Life."

"Where will we go when we die?"

"No one knows for sure. That's the great mystery!"

"Will we return in the Spring?"

"We may not, but Life will."

"Then what has been the reason for all of this?" Freddie continued to question. "Why were we here at all if we only have to fall and die?"

Daniel answered in his matter-of-fact way, "It's been about the sun and the moon. It's been about happy times together. It's been about the shade and the old people and the children. It's been about colors in Fall. It's been about seasons. Isn't that enough?"

"That afternoon, in the golden light of dusk, Daniel let go. He fell effortlessly. He seemed to smile peacefully as he fell. "Goodbye for now, Freddie," he said.

Then, Freddie was all alone, the only leaf on his branch. The first snow fell the following morning. It was soft, white, and gentle; but it was bitter cold. There was hardly any sun that day, and the day was very short. Freddie found himself losing his color, becoming brittle. It was constantly cold and the snow weighed heavily upon him.

At dawn the wind came that took Freddie from his branch. It didn't hurt at all. He felt himself float quietly, gently and softly downward. As he fell, he saw the whole tree for the first time. How strong and firm it was! He was sure that it would live for a long time and he knew that he had been part of its life and made him proud.


Freddie landed on a clump of snow. It somehow felt soft and even warm. In this new position he was more comfortable than he had ever been. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He did not know that Spring would follow Winter and that the snow would melt into water. He did not know that what appeared to be his useless dried self would join with the water and serve to make the tree stronger. Most of all, he did not know that there, asleep in the tree and the ground, were already plans for new leaves in the Spring.
~The End~


Mamma looked at me and said: "did that help you understand Fall
and what happened to this leaf Sir Chancelot...?"

I thought about it, and then I told mamma that Yes it did, and
now when I look at that crumpled brown leaf, I think it is beautiful!

Tailwaggins and Golden Love
Sir Chancelot aka Sir Bacon

10 comments:

Jackson said...

What a lovely story, Chance! I'll think about Freddie the leaf tomorrow when I go for my walk in the park. Jx

Randi said...

Hello Sir Bacon! What a wonderful & sentimental story! I too love autumn - its my favoritest season!~
Love & Licks,
Randi

Ruby Bleu said...

Hi Chance...
What a pawsome story...that explains EVERYTHING!!! Thanks to you and your Mamma for sharing!

Lots of Licks, Ruby

Maggie & Mitch said...

What a fantastic story! Thank you so much for sharing it with us! Autumn is my mom's favorite season too!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

PreciOus said...

Hi Chance, this is a very touching story. I didn't think much of leaves before, I guess I'll do it now. Thanks for teaching us about life in another form.

Snuggle,
Precious

Girl Girl Hamster said...

I like fall too. It's a very comfortable season. You sure have many bootiful pictures with pawsome colors in the post today


~Girl girl

Huskee Boy said...

Hi Chance,
That's a lovely story... my mom and I love autumn when we were in Australia... it's just too bad that Singapore has no seasons. =(

Simba said...

The leaves are beautiful colours this time of year. My Mummy has always loved autumn. She laughs when I run through leaves and says it wasn't so long ago my human brothers use to do the shame.

Simba xx

Amber-Mae said...

Wow! Beautiful story...I think Autumn is beautiful too becoz of all the colors like you said in the post. Wish Malaysia had Autumn too...

Love licks,
Solid Gold Dancer

Ben_Benjamin said...

We love Fall too, Autumm is always beautiful...and we love those leaf too.