🍂Rolling on the Leaves 🍁

The gelding nickered joyfully at his mischief. He had escaped the owner of the pumpkin patch and now he was searching for something fun to do. With a fluffy belly full, he trotted through the autumn afternoon. He looked up at the pale blue sky, the clouds above him drifted lazily the forms turning into wisps the wind. He tossed his mane, silver locks falling and twirling around his head as they moved with him similar to the clouds above. The gelding looked across the field and saw a great tree up on a grassy hill. And underneath the tree that had now started to reveal its autumn hues of gold, yellow, and orange, was a massive pile of leaves. 
The black pony trotted over and up the hill, pausing to marvel at the large tree and it's bright colors. Then he circled the pile of collected leaves, before laying down amongst them. He rolled onto his back, kicking his legs happily as he wiggled and tossed throwing leaves up and all around him.