Amou successfully proposed to Xiaoling. They set their wedding for December. Xiaoling wanted a vibrant, colorful ceremony, but December is winter—only withered yellow leaves.
Amou and his groomsmen came up with a plan, but it had to be kept strictly confidential.
They used the tallest, mightiest oak tree in the squirrel family’s yard as their secret base, sneaking in and out mysteriously every day as the wedding drew nearer.
The wedding day arrived as scheduled. It turned out the groom and his groomsmen had been painting a vibrant backdrop with various paints all this time—that’s what they’d been up to!
The entire village was invited. The village chief officiated: “Dear friends and family, today marks the joyous union of Xiao Ling and Amou. Though the weather is chilly, and the sky is overcast without sunshine, I believe the hearts of our bride and groom burn fiercely. I now declare…” Xiao Ling suddenly cried out in surprise, “Wait a moment! Look!”
Leaves were swirling everywhere in the sky—yellow, green, red, gold, blue, purple…