The days are getting shorter.
The air is getting colder.
Jack and Sally go out to play.
"Look at the squirrel!
What is he doing?"
"I'm not sure."
"What are you doing, Mr. Squirrel?"
"I'm gathering nuts."
"Can we help?"
"Oh yes, please."
"What are the birds doing?"
"I'll ask."
"Mr. Bird, what are you doing?"
"We're flying away for the winter."
"Can we come?"
"No, you cannot.
I don't think you can fly."
"What is your uncle doing, Jack?"
"I don't know."
"Uncle Steve, what are you doing?"
"I'm picking apples."
"Can we help?"
"Sure you can."
"Hey, what is your mother doing?
That looks like fun!"
"Not sure."
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I'm carving a pumpkin."
"Can we help?"
"Of course, there are many pumpkins to carve."
"Look at your dad!
What is your dad doing?"
"I don't know."
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"I'm raking leaves."
"Can we help?"
"Okay, I guess you can.
Here are the rakes."
"What a big pile of leaves!"
"Do you want to jump into them?"
"Yeah, let's jump." "Wee! Wee!"
"Oh no! What a mess!"