The Wishing Star

We collected leaves as we walked to the park yesterday, soft green leaves which had just fallen. They fought over the ones with the longest stems, as they were easier to carry. We found one with a tiny hole in the center, shaped like a perfect star. We held it up to examine it further, and Max said, "I think a wishing star fell from the sky and landed on that leaf." When we got home, I held it up to look at it again, and the sun streamed in through the tiny opening. I think Max might be right.