The second asked, “What ‘appens to us after we’ve fallen?”
“We sink down ...”
“And what is it, what’s down there?”
The first answered, “I don’t know. Some say one thing, others say something different ... nobody knows, really.”
The second asked, “D’you think you feel anything, d’you think you know anything about yourself when you’re down there?”
The first answered, “Who can say? None of them who’ve gone down there has ever come back to tell us.”
They were again silent for a while. Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, “Don’t get yourself all upset about it, here, you’re shivering, look.”
“Oh don’t bother about that,” the second answered, “anything makes me shiver these days. You just don’t feel properly attached to where you are, do you.”
“We’d better stop talking about things like that,” said the first leaf.
“Yeah, we’d better leave it,” the other replied. “Only ... what we going to talk about now then?”