From the shelter of a pumpkin patch, a small bird in a stocking cap peeked out, only to find himself face-to-face with a wide-eyed cat. The cat crouched low, tail twitching, while the bird adjusted his cap as though such meetings happened every day.
“What’s that on your head?” the cat asked, sniffing at the cap. “A hat,” said the bird, “to keep ideas warm.” The cat tilted her head, puzzled. Around them, a spider spun its web, the pumpkins rested in the grass, and the autumn leaves tumbled down—each thread woven neatly into the grand tapestry of nature.