Crunch, crunch, crunch.Michael's feet were crunching on leaves, the only noise that's filling the morning air. Michelle was taking pictures at every animal she saw or passed by. His mother was holding lunch bags in her hands. His dad was wearing a brown backpack . Michael stared down at his clothes. They looked in pretty bad shape. There was a hole on his jeans when he tripped on his shoelace, which seemed to rip open a hole in the knee area of his jeans. He has mud stains all over his shirt because he fell in a mud puddle. He touched his hair. Rusted leaves were in his hair. Earlier at home, Michelle pushed him in a leaf pile their dad just raked. Michael plucked the leaves out of his hair and continued walking. "Hey, Mike, can you take a picture of a robin bird for me?" Michelle asked. Michael just smiled and his cheeks turned red. For some odd reason, he has a hobby of smiling and blushing. He took out his camera from his jeans pocket and glanced around for a robin bird. He saw one on a top of a tree. Still walking, but stilling looking, he took a picture of the robin. Just after the snap shot, his father said, "We're here!"