It was a windy day. The mailman bar

It was a windy day.

The mailman barely made it to the front door. When the door opened, Mrs. Pennington said, "hello", but, before she had a real chance to say "thank you", the mail blew out of the mailman's hands, into the house and the front door slammed in his face. Mrs. Pennington ran to pick up the mail.

"Oh my," she said.

Tommy was watching the shutters open and then shut, open and then shut.

"Mom," he said, "may I go outside?"

"Be careful," she said. "It's so windy today."

Tommy crawled down from the window-seat and ran to the door. He opened it with a bang. The wind blew fiercely and snatched the newly recovered mail from Mrs. Pennington's hands and blew it even further into the house.

"Oh my," she said again. Tommy ran outside and the door slammed shut.

Outside, yellow, gold, and red leaves were leaping from swaying trees, landing on the roof, jumping off the roof, and then chasing one another down the street in tiny whirlwinds of merriment.

Tommy watched in fascination.

"If I was a leaf, I would fly clear across the world," Tommy thought and then ran out into the yard among the swirl of colors.

Mrs. Pennington came to the front porch.

"Tommy, I have your jacket. Please put it on."

However, there was no Tommy in the front yard.

"Tommy?"

Tommy was a leaf. He was blowing down the street with the rest of his play-mates.

A maple leaf came close-by, touched him and moved ahead. Tommy met him shortly, brushed against him, and moved further ahead. They swirled around and around, hit cars and poles, flew up into the air and then down again.

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"This is fun," Tommy thought.

The maple leaf blew in front of him. It was bright red with well-defined veins. The sun-light shone through it giving it a brilliance never before seen by a little boy's eyes.

"Where do you think we are going?" Tommy asked the leaf.

"Does it matter?" the leaf replied. "Have fun. Life is short."

"I beg to differ," an older leaf said suddenly coming beside them. "The journey may be short, but the end is the beginning."

Tommy pondered this the best a leaf could ponder.

"Where do we end up?"

"If the wind blows you in that direction," the old leaf said, "you will end up in the city dump."

"I don't want that," Tommy said.

"If you are blown in that direction, you will fly high into the air and see things that no leaf has seen before."

"Follow me to the city dump," the maple leaf said. "Most of my friends are there."

The wind blew Tommy and the maple leaf along. Tommy thought of his choices. He wanted to continue to play.

"Okay," Tommy said, "I will go with you to the dump."

The winds shifted and Tommy and the leaf were blown in the direction of the city dump.

The old leaf didn't follow. He was blown further down the block and suddenly lifted up high into the air.

"Hey," he called out, "the sights up here. They are spectacular. Come and see."

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Tommy and the maple leaf ignored him.

"I see something. I see the dump." The old leaf cried out. "I see smoke. Come up here. I see fire."

"I see nothing," the maple leaf said.

Tommy saw the fence that surrounded the city dump. He was happy to be with his friend. They would have fun in the dump.

Suddenly, a car pulled up. It was Tommy's mom. Mrs. Pennington wasn't about to let her little boy run into the city dump.

"Not so fast," she said getting out of the car. "You are not allowed to play in there. Don't you see the smoke?"

Tommy watched the maple leaf blow against the wall and struggle to get over. He ran over to get it but was unable to reach it.

Mrs. Pennington walked over and took the leaf. She put it in her pocket.

"There," she said, "it will be safe until we get home."

Tommy smiled, ran to the car and got in. He rolled down the back window and looked up into the sky. He wondered where the old leaf had gone. Perhaps one day he would see what the old leaf had seen - perhaps.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Ini adalah hari yang berangin. Tukang pos hampir berhasil mencapai pintu depan. Ketika pintu terbuka, Mrs. Pennington mengatakan, "Halo", tapi, sebelum ia memiliki kesempatan nyata untuk mengucapkan "terima kasih", surat meniup tangan tukang pos, ke rumah dan pintu depan dibanting di wajahnya. Ibu Pennington berlari untuk mengambil surat tersebut. "Oh saya," katanya. Tommy sedang menonton jendela terbuka dan kemudian menutup, terbuka dan kemudian menutup. "Bu," katanya, "mungkin aku pergi ke luar?" "Hati-hati , "dia mengatakan. "Ini sangat berangin hari ini." Tommy merangkak turun dari jendela kursi dan berlari ke pintu. Dia membukanya dengan keras. Angin bertiup keras dan menyambar surat yang baru pulih dari tangan Mrs. Pennington dan meniup lebih jauh ke dalam rumah. "Oh saya," katanya lagi. Tommy berlari keluar dan pintu terbanting menutup. Di luar, kuning, emas, dan daun merah melompat dari pohon-pohon bergoyang, mendarat di atap, melompat dari atap, dan kemudian mengejar satu sama lain jalan di angin puyuh kecil kegembiraan. Tommy melihat takjub. "Jika saya adalah daun, aku akan terbang jelas di seluruh dunia," pikir Tommy dan kemudian berlari keluar ke halaman di antara pusaran warna. Mrs. Pennington datang ke teras depan. "Tommy, aku punya jaket Anda. Silahkan memakainya." Namun, tidak ada Tommy di halaman depan. "Tommy?" Tommy adalah daun. Dia meniup jalan dengan sisa nya bermain-teman. Sebuah daun maple datang dekat dengan, menyentuhnya dan bergerak maju. Tommy bertemu lama, menggosok melawan dia, dan pindah lebih jauh ke depan. Mereka berputar-putar di sekitar dan sekitar, memukul mobil dan tiang, terbang ke udara dan kemudian turun lagi. <2> "Ini menyenangkan," Tommy berpikir. Daun maple meniup di depannya. Warnanya merah cerah dengan urat yang terdefinisi dengan baik. Matahari cahaya bersinar melalui itu memberikan kecemerlangan belum pernah dilihat oleh mata anak kecil itu. "Di mana Anda pikir kita akan?" Tommy meminta daun. "Apakah itu penting?" daun menjawab. "Bersenang-senang. Hidup ini singkat." "Saya mohon untuk berbeda," kata daun yang lebih tua tiba-tiba datang di samping mereka. "Perjalanan mungkin pendek, tapi akhirnya adalah awal." Tommy merenungkan hal ini yang terbaik daun bisa merenungkan. "Di mana kita berakhir?" "Jika angin bertiup Anda ke arah itu," kata daun tua, " Anda akan berakhir di tempat pembuangan sampah kota. " "Aku tidak mau itu," kata Tommy. "Jika Anda ditiup ke arah itu, Anda akan terbang tinggi ke udara dan melihat hal-hal yang tidak ada daun telah melihat sebelumnya." " Ikuti saya ke tempat pembuangan sampah kota, "kata daun maple. "Sebagian besar teman-teman saya ada di sana." Angin bertiup Tommy dan daun maple bersama. Tommy memikirkan pilihannya. Dia ingin terus bermain. "Oke," Tommy berkata, "Aku akan pergi dengan Anda ke tempat sampah." Angin bergeser dan Tommy dan daun tertiup ke arah tempat pembuangan sampah kota. Daun tua tidak mengikuti . Dia ditiup lebih bawah blok dan tiba-tiba terangkat tinggi ke udara. "Hei," dia berteriak, "pemandangan di sini. Mereka spektakuler. Datang dan melihat." <3> Tommy dan daun maple mengabaikannya. "Saya melihat sesuatu. Saya melihat sampah." Daun tua berteriak. "Saya melihat asap. Datang ke sini. Saya melihat api." "Aku melihat apa-apa," kata daun maple. Tommy melihat pagar yang mengelilingi tempat pembuangan sampah kota. Dia senang bersama temannya. Mereka akan bersenang-senang di tempat sampah. Tiba-tiba, sebuah mobil berhenti. Itu ibu Tommy. Ibu Pennington tidak akan membiarkan anak laki-lakinya mengalami dump kota. "Tidak begitu cepat," katanya keluar dari mobil. "Anda tidak diizinkan untuk bermain di sana. Tidakkah Anda melihat asap?" Tommy menyaksikan pukulan daun maple dinding dan berjuang untuk mendapatkan lebih. Dia berlari untuk mendapatkannya tetapi tidak dapat mencapainya. Mrs. Pennington berjalan mendekat dan mengambil daun. Dia memasukkannya ke dalam saku. "Ada," katanya, "itu akan aman sampai kita pulang." Tommy tersenyum, berlari ke mobil dan masuk. Dia menurunkan kaca jendela belakang dan memandang ke langit. Dia bertanya-tanya di mana daun tua telah pergi. Mungkin suatu hari dia akan melihat apa daun tua telah melihat - mungkin.