“This is perfect,” I said. I
found just enough space where I thought we might be able to have a good campfire. Then I bunched up a small pile of loose
hay. Hoping for better success than my
previous attempt, I lit the match and threw it on my pile of hay. The match was delighted! In less than a nanosecond, we had a roaring
fire. Neither I, nor Lester, had planned
for such success. An instant blaze was
staring us in the face. We looked at the
fire…looked at each other…then formulated a quick plan of action---PANIC!
Not wanting to create a big
scene or disturb anyone, we panicked as quietly as possible, standing
temporarily frozen and wide-eyed, cradling our chins with both hands, so they
wouldn’t hit the ground. We considered
getting out, but remembered you were never supposed to leave a fire
unattended. “Maybe we can find someone
to watch it,” wailed Lester, “while we sneak out of the country!”
“Right,” I answered. “Maybe one of the cows would keep an eye on
it.”
I knew if we didn’t take some
action soon, we were going to be Cowboy Shish Kabob. Since I had already passed on preventive
action, our only choice was to smother the fire immediately. So I grabbed a big pile of hay and threw it
on the blaze. Don’t ever do that! The fire exploded into a roaring inferno!
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