Written By AuggieJumpFrog
The fire truck came barreling down,
Down the dark street,
"I wonder what's going on" I said to my brother,
We followed the truck,
The truck had stopped at a house,
the house was full of flames,
"I wonder who's house this is, poor guy" my brother said,
"I don't know, but i would hate to be him" said,
I looked around to see if i could identify the house,
I saw a familiar street sign and i grabbed my brothers attention towards it,
"Look, it's our street" we realised something and we turned towards the house on fire,
It was our house.
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