“It must be tough being a fireman. I mean, look at us, we’re hosing this fire down, blasting it with water, and it’s just not going out.”
The fire was raging strongly despite the water falling on it from the branches above. Garreth doused the branches with the garden hose, careful not to allow the flying embers from the fire to ignite the dead branch above. It seemed to him that building a fire-pit below overhanging branches was not a particularly smart thing to do, and then he remembered thinking this the last time he had lit a fire in it. He never learned.
“All the water does is make the fire smoke more.”
“Ha, can you hear those sirens.”
“Yeah. That’s funny. They must think our house is on fire.”
They laughed at the prospect of a fire-crew showing up to their little bonfire. The sirens continued unaware of the amusement they were bringing to the celebrating pair.
“That even sounds like a fire engine siren.”
A loud air-horn indicated that the wailing truck was going over a cross-roads, alerting other road users to its impending presence.
“Hmmmm.”
“Sounds like it’s getting closer.”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmm.”
Moments later, they could see the reflections of emergency lights on the treetops, and then they heard the hiss of air-brakes as the engine pulled up in front of the house.
Garreth stood with the hose in his hand, and Mary went to investigate.
The police arrived after the fire team.
Ooopsie.