Remember the good old days when we started playing with Fire? How naughty we were, lighting every match stick to witness the glowing beauty of the Fire. We were too naive... We did not take any safety measurements on tat particular event. No one stop us from playing Fire. From a cute glowing light we discover it could spread in to a massive light of destruction.

It wiped out our tree house, it wiped our playground... We were in fear "Somebody help us" we cried. Moments later, we heard a loud siren with a large glowing tank from another direction of the Fire. They were infusing waves of cold water on to Fire... Fire could not resist it, Fire shrink in just moments...

"Stop stop stop!!! Fire was just trying to play with us, Fire didn't mean to destroy our tree house and the playground!!!" we cried to the gentlemen from the glowing tank.

But it was too late... Fire was gone. He was no where to be seen. Leaving us playing nothing besides the ashes of the tree house and the playground.