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
edit on 23-8-2020 by pthena because: (no reason given)