Smokey the, not so nice, bear

The fireman

I turn the handle on the small stereo while an upbeat song plays and slip on my tall boots and throw on my fireman's coat. I then stroll down the stairs to the the garage. I admire are array of tools and firetrucks. I glide my hand across the shiny pole in the center of the room and smile. Ever since I was a boy, I've wanted to become chief of firemen and though that dream hasn't quite happened yet, I've already been on the fire force for a year so I'm slowly making my way up the line.
I open up the garage and walk out into the grey, rainy air. I step out and let the water wash over me and smirk. Ive always loved rain. I walk over to the fire danger sign to change it to low. As I'm about to step back inside I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip around but see Smokey sanding there.
"Oh, hey Smokey" I say, slightly startled
"What are you doing out in this weather?" He questions
"I had to change the fire danger sign" I explain, "now would you like to come inside?" He just ignores my question and reaches his hand over my shoulder. A lean aside and he closes the garage door.
"Why'd you do that?" I say, trying to form a laugh but failing to make it sincere.
"Why did you lie Chris?" He inquired. He leaned in closer, causing me to snake out from under his arm. He turns around and walks over to me. I back up until my back is against the fire danger sign. He now lifts me up by my collar, I choke and bring my hands up to my throat, scratching at his paws to release my neck
"Smokey please" I choke out, "what did I lie about?" He ignores me and takes off his hat, pulling out a coil of rope. He pulls me forward and then slams my head back against the wooden sign. My brain aches and when he drops me to the ground, I'm so dizzy and in pain, I can't bring myself to do more that let out a worried whimper as he picks me back up and ties my up to the sign.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask, my body aching from being held up by simple ropes
"You lied Chris" he growled, pulling something else out of his hat
"About what, what did I lie about?" I beg. I peer over his arm and see him pulling out a small box. When it comes into full view its matches. He takes one and strikes it against the box. A yellow, orange flame erupts from the small stick.
"You said the fire danger was low Chris, does it look low to you" he tested, with an evil smile on his face. The rain has stopped and he brings the flame up to my face. His hot breath against my face. I beg and plead but he laughs and throws the flame at my feet, the rope catching fire almost immediately. I scream as the fire burns my legs. Smokey backs up and I can no longer see him as the fire and smoke is clouding my eye sight. I start feeling dizzy and before my eyes shut I hear a chuckle and a deep grizzly voice mutter,
"Another job well done."