An office worker is driving home one day in autumn. Thick piles of leaves cover the ground and the sun is bright and crisp. It's a good day to be alive. The man is looking forward to seeing his family when he gets home. He pulls into his drive, climbs out and goes inside.
After greeting his wife he checks the rest of the house, but his two little kids are nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, he asks his wife where they are and she tells him that, last she saw them, they were playing out in the front garden.
The office worker checks the garden. No kids. He's starting to worry now, and his search becomes frantic. He runs back inside and tells his wife that he can't find them anywhere. She comes out to help him search.
"I don't understand," she says. "They were just out here a moment ago. They were playing the leaves."
At her words, a horrifying idea occurs to the office worker. He runs to his car, crouches down and checks underneath . . . then recoils in horror. His worst suspicions have been proved true. It seems that his kids must have been waiting to surprise him, hidden in a pile of leaves in the driveway. Hidden there even as he arrived home in his car . . .
He gropes under the chassis for their little broken bodies, but it's already far too late.
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