Andrea stood by the car. The park was one of her favorite places. Many of the trees had changed color. Some were red, and some were golden.
The pines did not change color. They stayed a deep green all year.
Andrea took a deep breath. She loved the smell of the pines.
"Mom," said Andrea. "Do you know what I smell?"
Mom shook her head.
"I smell Christmas," said Andrea.
"Christmas!" exclaimed Mom as she opened the trunk of the car. "What smell is it that reminds you of Christmas?"
"I think it is the smell of the pines. They are like overgrown Christmas trees, aren't they?" asked Andrea.
"That they are," said Dad joining in. "Now, what is it we are getting out of the trunk?"
"I need my bucket for collecting pine cones," said Andrea.
"I get one for pine cones, too," said Todd, Andrea's little brother.
"You do not," said Andrea hotly. "You are collecting leaves for putting on a board."
"Are pine cones leaves?" asked Todd, hoping to find an excuse to keep one or two.Paragraphs 14 to 28:
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