posted on Aug, 23 2020 @ 05:12 PM
I sat on that big irrigation pipe, waiting to get hauled away. Wendy had run as soon as the fire trucks turned down the road.
It had taken them a very short time to throw the pump into the lake and extinguish the wild fire ripping through the tall dry wild oats. Quicker than
I ever could have by rolling on it in my own vain attempt.
I waited, then looked up and saw the man with the shovel who had called the fire station talking to the investigator. Then they just packed up and
drove away.
edit on 23-8-2020 by pthena because: (no reason given)