Coming to the Rescue

I woke up to smoke. It was coming from the open window in my bedroom.

I looked out the window and saw the woods were on fire.

The woods said, “Can you please help me?!?”

I leaped out of bed and ran outside. I got out the hose and turned on the water. I sprayed the hose on the flames.

The fire turned around and said, “Are you kidding me?”

I remembered when I was in Kindergarten, during recess, and fellow classmate Jimmy Harper and two of his cronies were beating up my friend Billy Beaver. I ran up and hauled off with my tiny little fists on Jimmy’s back. Jimmy looked around at me like I was an ant on the back of a dog. I kept wailing on Jimmy’s back, not even making a dent. I think I must have looked like a windmill in a tornado. Jimmy and his friends started laughing. Billy Beaver ran away to safety.

My attention came back to the woods. It had all burnt down. There was a tiny glowing ember on the ground. I turned the spray of water onto the ember which made it sizzle, smoke and extinguish.

I said, “That’ll show you!”