The Leaves of Laughter

"I have an idea," I began to say to my sister, "let's make a leaf pile," My sister chipped in, "To jump into; right?"
"Yes, Maja, of course." I answered.
I looked around at our lawn scattered with leaves. It was sort of an Autumn rainbow. I began to rake vigorously in the part of our lawn that had the most leaves. I think I might have scraped that rake across our lawn at least a thousand times! Meanwhile my sister gingerly took handfuls of leaves and brought them to our browning mountain.
"I think we are almost done." I said, then I let out a sigh.
"No, its not as tall as me yet." Maja answered.
So we continued to rake, scoop, kick and pluck, and push the leaves into our pile. The sky was darkening rapidly.
"I think it is time to jump in." Our mom called out from the other side of the lawn.
"Okay, let's start here," I drew an invisible line on the road, "then we will run and leap into the pile. Kapeesh?"
"Got it," she looked at me with a glow of joy in her eye. "1, 2, 3, Go!"
I sprang of of my back foot. I sprinted like torpedo and landed square in the pile of leaves. A thump next to me told me that my sister had jumped in, too. A rain of leaves came down on us. I looked at her, "Let's do it again!"