YARD WORK Annoyed with a task to clear an Autumn thicket "Get out of the way!" is a silly thing to say to a cat or a cricket who well might ask why rake leaves and starve the soil or chem-lawn the grass to an artificial green, though owners believe such unpaid toil for a stylish magazine is an emblem of class, they merely achieve the tag of tourist, dodging ancestral fate, the fear and hate deep in their own dark forest.

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