Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for November 19, 2009

Transcript:

The leaf says, "My grip does slip! The sun sets in mine eyes?the end?is near." Verne says, "is this it?" RJ says, "One can only hope." The leaf says, "The end?approaches within a proximal distance of my countenance?" The leaf says, "Life's weak'ning arms release me to...I know...not...what..." The leaf says, "...The end posits mineself in a slowly decaying quantum orbit!...Mine exact position but a probability!!..." Verne says, "We're nowhere near the end, are we?" RJ says, "Not even close."