Birdo finished cleaning up the wooden cottages that populated the Maple Treeway, placing the fallen red autumn leaves in neat piles as she placed her wooden broom next to the starting line. She folded her arms as she murmured with joy, having done a good job.

"Well, I cleaned up the racetrack, and now I don't have to worry about it anymore..." Birdo muttered to herself as she sighed, closing her eyes as she began to shake her head. "But what do I do now that everything is fixed up?"

After several silent seconds, Birdo shrugged as she decided to play around in the piles of leaves she created, willing to clean up again as she decided that enjoying the moment was better than everything being perfect for a long while. After all, why wait for excitement to come?