Fire is a Scary Thing

Granddaddy got up early today. That meant Little Guy and Sunshine had to get up early too. Little Guy didn't mind. He figured he could always take a nap later. Sunshine was not amused. She prefers to snuggle under the covers until much later. But she got up. She didn't want Little Guy to eat her breakfast.

Before long all three were headed over to the dam. Granddaddy wanted to haul several loads of brush to the burn pile. He and Mama had been working to clear the trees and shrubs on either side of the dam. Well, Granddaddy had been doing a lot of the work. He can use a chain saw. Mama uses the clippers and drags limbs around. Little Guy and Sunshine clear the area of varmints. That's very important to Mama.

They worked and worked and then they looked up and Mama had joined them. Little Guy and Sunshine ran over for kisses and hugs. Then they ran back to the pipe they'd been clearing. Sunshine picked up one end with her nose, then dropped it. Bang! Little Guy ran to the other end. Nothing came out. Mama shook her head and started piling limbs on the tractor bucket.

Pretty soon they had everything piled up and Granddaddy was ready to burn. Mama, Sunshine and Little Guy watched as Granddaddy started the fire. Mama was a little nervous. Fire makes her nervous. Granddaddy just laughed. He's burned brush many, many times. Mama told Little Guy and Sunshine to stay clear of the fire, then she headed to the house. Granddaddy stayed to keep watch.

It was a good thing.

All of a sudden the wind, which had been a light breeze blowing toward the pond, got hold of the fire and swirled it around. Then the pasture started to burn! Oh, no! Little Guy got scared and ran to the house. Sunshine decided she'd do the same.

Gran looked out the kitchen window and noticed something was wrong. Mama came tearing out of the house and toward the burn pile. Little Guy and Sunshine ran to help but she sent them back. They aren't supposed to be around fire. They watched from a distance as Mama and Granddaddy took pine branches and beat the grass until all the fire was gone. Except for the burn pile but that was supposed to burn.

Mama and Granddaddy were very tired. Granddaddy came to the house for a few minutes. Little Guy walked with him back to the fire. He saw the black grass and gulped. He laid down on the grass that hadn't burned and watched the burning brush. Fire was a scary thing.

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