"Time for bed," Mother Earth says. But her wild child, Autumn, isn't ready. She wants a song . . . and a snack . . . and PJ's . . . and a kiss.
So Mother Earth sings her a song of leaves crackling and acorns splattering, gets her a snack of crunchy chestnuts and crisp apples, wraps her in a red nightgown and a yellowish robe, and gives her an icicle-ish kiss and a windswept snuggle. NOW Autumn is ready for bed, and Mother Earth can finally settle down for a good night's sleep - but then her eyes open wide, because someone else is stirring.
