ough her hair till
she feels all chilly on her head too. Puff! it goes, puff! puff! Then
off go other hats spinning down the street. It gets under umbrellas and
turns them inside out. The frisky wind blows harder and harder. The
houses shake. The windows rattle. And the people on the street are
whirling and twirling like the leaves.

Sometimes there is a storm. The wind roars over the ocean and makes the
waves bigger than the ships. The waves go up and down, and up and down,
and the ship goes rocking and rocking, this way and that way, this way
and that way, to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left, back
and forth and back and forth. A boat gets tossed on the sea. The sails
are all torn to pieces by the storm. The masts get broken off and fall
down on the ship. The ship just rocks and rocks. Then pretty soon it
bumps into a rock and is wrecked and sinks. And all the men get drowned.

The wind growls and roars over the mountain. There is thunder and
lightning. The thunder says, "Boompety, boom, boom, boom!" The lightning
is all shiny. The rain comes pouring down. The wind whistles in the
trees. It blows a tree over. It crashes down. The lightning goes crack!
and splits the tree in two. And then the tree catches on fire and the
leaves burn like paper.

In the summer-time the wind goes like breathing,
But in a winter storm it growls and roars.

THE LEAF STORY

All the content and many of the expressions were taken from stories on
dried leaves dictated by a six-year-old and a seven-year-old class.

THE LEAF STORY

[Illustration]

I want to fly up in the air!
If I take two leaves in my hands and put two leaves on my feet
And the wind blows
Perhaps I'll fly up in the air!
Listen!
Something stirs in the dried leaves,
The tree bends, the tree bows,
The wind sweeps through the brown leaves.
The brown leaves crackle and rattle and dance,
They rustle and murmur and pull at the bough,
They shiver, they quiver till they pull themselves loose
And are free.
Up, up they fly!
Little brown specks in the sky.
They twist and they spin,
They whirl and they twirl,
They teeter, they turn somersaults in the air.
Then for a moment the wind holds its breath.
Down, down, down float the leaves,
Still turning and twisting,
Still twirling and whirling,
The b