This act of purposed and deliberate mayhem has never been a firebug’s intent, unless it needed burning down anyway because of shabby construction or by mere chance it got burned down when the fire took off in an out-of-control way and took a unexpected wrong turn down Destruction Avenue and up Charcoal Street. One saving hope of rehabilitation for ones like me that has helped in recent years, is that I have moved out into the countryside. This way, the fires have to be real big and nasty to get people all stirred up and on the move with water hoses in hand. In the city, you make one wee little mistake and underestimate the wind conditions and burn up a storage shed and the neighbour’s rotten fence and you see the fuse fly. Then to make things “look real bad”, you find out that you’re on the front page of the newspaper dressed in your bathrobe looking like a coal miner with wide eyes of panic. Fire trucks are there in the background, of course more for show than anything, setting the scene to make it look bigger than it was. City folks just don’t like it one bit to wake-up smelling smoke from burning wood and plastic, to find there is a mad man in his bathrobe, whacking at his small un-controlled grass fire, that is now burning their storage shed and rotten fence to the ground at 6 am, even though the stuff was rotten and needed burning down at some point anyways. Well that goes at least for his fence, his nice brand new $1200 shed could have been spared, I suppose.
Now if only them city folks could have seen some of those real intense fires from my youth on our family farm. They probably would have over reacted as well, but for a really good reason this time. Being a neighbour of our mixed livestock farm back then had no shortage of excitement to see from both far and wide. Whenever so much as a curl of smoke came from the Mast family farm, you instinctively knew to just start running for the telephone to call in the water boomer planes and choppers to fight fire. I suspect if there was speed-dial at that time, the fire department would be on it for our sakes. My two younger brothers and I caught the firebug fever honestly from our firebug Dad.
Clean, but funny Short Stories Book from My Life as a youth and kid at heart that will make you Laugh. This story is on the love of fire.
Chapter 1 January 2011
Funny Book Short Stories Part 1
Did You Say “FIRE”?
By Nakia Mast
It is a privilege to have people in our society who work very hard at putting out fires for the rest of us by risking their lives and limbs. On the other hand, there are some that refer to ones, such as myself, as firebugs who by birth and barely crawling had an strange attraction to matches and lighters, kind of like in the way a moth is attracted to a bright light in a dark room.
Humour Short Stories
Strangely for a firebug, the almost magical single match turns things into a mega raging intense beast of a fire for all to see, and to keep already hard working people, working even harder with overtime. People may say that this is known as an “arsonist,” but I might point out that an arsonist burns the buildings, the neighbour’s fence and shed, or the woods down on purpose.