In my younger years, I used to love playing with rustly autumn leaves in the park.
I used to jump on them and throw them about with my nose.
Now that I've reached a dignified and sober age, friends, I don't do that sort of thing any more.
Not at all. Of course not.

Dad: Pooch may pretend to be dignified, but actually he is still partial to a rustly leaf or two!
I think he's got a gleam in his eye here, don't you? :-)