"FIRE!"I SHOUTED.HEARING THAT, MY NEIGHBOURS

"FIRE!"I SHOUTED.HEARING THAT, MY NEIGHBOURS CAME TOWARDS MY HOUSE.BUT THERE WAS NO FIRE.HA HA HA I LAUGHED AT THEM. SEEING THAT, THEY STARTED SCOLDING ME IN BAD WORDS.I DONT CARE

STUPID PEOPLE, THEY RUN TO MY HOUSE BUT NO FIRE! FOOL THEM! THEY GO HOME. HUM. HUH. UH. WHAT SMELL? BURNING? ME? FIRE? FIRE!

My house wasn't on fire I was. I ran in circles. Then I remembered to stop drop and what was that last part. I tried crawl, squirm and cry like a baby. Luckily the neighbor saw me

and yelled "Roll!" I rolled toward her, smothering my flames, before I noticed the platter of fresh rolls in her hands. "You saved my life, Mrs. McGurk," I said, taking a roll.

Instantly he was cured, his skinny body encaed in silky pink flesh, and Mrs. McGurk was just a little bit thinner. The unfortunate accident with the bunson burner & the rumcake was

just the beginning. "Just wait til you see what we have planned for the second course." Mrs. McGurk averted her eyes as the waiters carried out a huge silver platter.

The waiters placed the huge silver platter directly in front of Mrs. McGurk,...slowly...enticingly...they removed the cover and revealed course two: Siamese cat lightly breaded and

drizzled with brandy. "Pusse Flambe!" The waiter whipped out a lighter. "WAIT!" Mrs. McGurk shouted, blocking his hand. "Cats have 9 lives, remember?" Slowly, the Siamese cat

grabbed the waiter by the hand and despite the waiter's resistance, pulled the lighter's flame toward its papiroci.