Today when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, there was a note from the head nurse instructing me to rake all the leaves in the front yard. It wasn't too cold out, so I was able to get some of the patients to pitch in. I found a rake in the tool shed, and the patients took turns so that no one got worn out. Everything was going well until Mrs. Patterson screamed and threw the rake at something she uncovered. I ran over to help, but it was just a dead cat. Raking the leaves took most of the day, but the place looks great now, and we were still able to get in a few hands of poker before the patients went to bed.
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