The Sounds of Fall

We are walking in the Upper East Side, and the sidewalk is covered in brilliant yellow leaves, which make the most delicious crunching sound as we step through them.

"Hear that?" I say. "That's a great sound."

"You know what else is a great sound?" asks Spiceboy.

I've fallen for similar lines before, but this time I'm onto Spiceboy's game. 

"Your fart?" I ask.

Spiceboy grins, then lets out a little poot.

"Yep."