Rakes and Forks
She occupied herself doing mental gymnastics - absently, effortlessly plying the rake as the numbers mounted in her head. 100 thousand? No, not enough. 200? Still too little. This had to be an event of truly stupendous proportions. A million might do, but two million would be better.
She stood back, suddenly focusing on the towering mound of maple leaves , a little surprised at how quickly she'd amassed a pile of such immense size. She went over the numbers once again. Ten maples. Two hundred thousand leaves each. Yup, two million should do it. She pulled the tiny camera from her pocket and turned toward the house. "Hey, kids…"
