Why is it that little boys are so fascinated with matches?
I don’t know why I was looking out the kitchen window at that particular time but I saw Brent and friends sitting in a circle staring at the centre while Brent was talking. They were all concentrating hard on what Brent was saying and suddenly they all jumped up and ran off in different directions
I smiled and thought “The game has started.
As I carried on with my chores I was vaguely aware that Brent had come into the house but before I could even process the thought the slamming door said that he had gone out again.
A short while later I was in the kitchen again. When I looked out the window I was startled to see that the boys had collected wood and had built a bonfire.
“Not a good idea with this wind,” I thought.
And as that thought hit me I saw a spark ignite an old tree near them. I dropped my kitchen towel and ran to the door shouting “Brent get the hosepipe.”
The boys were moving away from the bonfire and each face reflected my panic. By this time the fire had spread down the garden into the vacant plot behind the house. I realised things were getting beyond my control. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called the fire department. The scared boys clustered around me, horrified at what they had started.
Well all’s well that ends well they say and a group of boys had learned a valuable lesson.
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