First, call the Fire Marshall
As soon as my exotic, beautiful and longtime friend Susie realized her opportunity she raced back to the house and reappeared with a slip of paper. She tossed it into the fire. The flames picked it up and hurled it into the freezing air as we watched it disappear into the night. In her high heels and little black cocktail dress she chased after it. And with great determination she tossed it back into the fire. And this time it burned. Mission accomplished! What was so important in this written message on that little slip of paper? We will never know.
On New Years Eve we call the Fire Marshall. Yes, we are going to have another bonfire. No need to send the Fire Engines.
Wishing each and everyone of you lightness of spirit.