Another day, another day. Oh, beloved leaf, beloved leaf, how I adore you. I dare not put my pencil to paper, for fear I will mar your impossible perfection.

What, again? Class, over so soon? That is impossible. Impossible? Why, I’d just sat down and taken my precious leaf out! But then, that must be part of your magic. You suck time away; you drain away my life to sustain yourself. But if only you knew. I’d die if you wished for me to.

A man, walking by! No, stay away, stay away! They must not witness this! This love, this passion, no no no no no! it’s our secret and no one must know!

Quickly, slam the sketchbook closed! Oh, but no! No, no, not again! What have I done? The wind from the pages of my book, the leaf has flown from me! Why, why, oh why, paper-tree, do you hate your brother so much? Could it be my deep passion? Oh but I cannot, cannot love you the same way, you who has been mutilated so many times by foreign human hands! Mutilated so much that I can no longer guess your true form. But I’m sure you were once just as beautiful. But now, but now, I must scramble to save my dearest leaf!

A foot, a foot! No, stay away from that area! Blow, blow hard! Fly, my love, fly away from the monster! That foot, a sandaled foot! Churned up animal skin! Fly, oh fly, my dear! Don’t let what I said bother you! I’d die for you of my own will! But if you don’t want me to, I’ll live forever, just for you! No, no, no! Oh foot, oh merciful foot, have pity, please step away!