Wiggler and Toadette watched as the orange colored leaves continued falling down from the maple oak trees at the starting line in the forested race course, with several red colored Shy Guy zipping by all in their B Dashers as they headed towards the giant, brown colored barrel.
"Hey Wiggler, how come leaves fall?" Toadette asked as she had both of her hands on her face.
Wiggler had her front upper arms crossed as she had her lower arms on her hips. "Well, Toadette, when trees want to grow new leaves, they have to part with the old leaves. It's a way of life."
"Really?" Toadette gasped as her eyes widened, getting excited as she bopped up and down. "Golly, that sounds so cool!"
Wiggler chuckled as she patted Toadette on the head with her right upper hand. "Well, that's why they call it fall." Both she and Toadette had a laugh as they continued looking at the falling leaves.
