Once upon a SuperBowl Sunday........
This guy(I'm going to call him Ernie 'cause I don't know his real name), So Ernie's favorite team had just won the Superbowl, and he was extremely excited. So, he let off a bottle rocket. There's five things wrong with that. One, it's illegal, two it's illegal, three it's dangerous, four it's illegal, and five, there was a lot of very very very flammable trees. Not anymore. The bottle rocket caught the first set of highly flammable trees on fire, and the sparks caught the next trees, and the next, and the next, and you get the picture, right? Soon, the flames got near my house. I freaked!!!!!! (I was around five then so it was okay.) My mom told me and my sibs to grab my favorite stuffed animal and run to Megan's house, because she was my next-door neighbor and her house didn't have sparks raining down on it. So I got to spend the night at Megan's house. It would've been fun if we weren't so scared.
Finally the firefighters and police got here and caught Ernie and his buds and put out the fire. Megan and her siblings, and me and mine used to hide in the little space between her highly flammable trees and the wall. But after the fire her dad cut 'em down. Now there's barely any of that certain kind of tree anywhere in that neighborhood.
The moral of this story is even if you're really excited that your team win the Super Bowl, don't set off a bottle rocket. People don't like fires around their homes, especially if it's not in the fireplace. Just remember that. If you don't, and set trees on fire, don't come crying to me.
Take care, and remember, "Only you can prevent forest fires!"
1 comment:
Thank you for the warning. I was thinking of setting off bottle rockets near highly flammable trees tomorrow, but thanks to your warning, I realize I shouldn't!
Well joking aside I think that would be scary! Sparks raining down on your roof? I know I wouldn't have been at ALL calm. Once we were in a hotel and the fire alarm went off (have I told you this story?) and we were on I think the eighth floor or another really high floor. As you know you can't use an elevator in a fire so we were racing down the steps...at least I was, screaming and expecting the fire to be right behind me. My family was behind me just trying to calm me down - "It's okay Amy!" We made it out and left and it turns out someone started the alarm as a prank. I felt pretty foolish...
Just to say I would have been crazy with panic! The story is funny how you told it though!
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