Fire!

Fire!

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One afternoon peter and Jim went our for a bicycle ride. When they passed a place they saw a big patch of grass and bushes on fire. They noticed that a strong wind was blowing the flames towards a village. The firemen had already arrived and were trying to put out the fire. The boys left their bicycles and ran down a path towards the village to see if they could help to flight the fire. On the way they met two firemen.
“Quick, you boys,” said one of the firemen, wholesale coach handbags.” Come and help us to pull a pump to the stream. We can’t beat out the fire. The wind is too strong the pump is our only hope.”
The boys ran further down the path until they came to a heavy pump. They helped to pull it to a steam not far from the village.
Soon the pump was working well so the boys went to watch the fire. It had already reached the edge of the village. The boys saw that two houses were on fire, and the flames were attacking a third building. Suddenly there was a shout from one of the villagers.
“Keep away!” a voice shouted. “There’s paint shored in that building, wholesale replica designer handbags.” the boys and the villagers moved away quickly. With a loud explosion, the whole store burst in to flames, sending clouds of thick black smoke into ashes.
At this time Peter and Jim began to think that the whole village would be burnt to the ground. The firemen had left the burning buildings and were pouring water onto the neighboring houses trying to stop the fire from spreading. Then the wind died down. Wholesale designer handbags, the second pump was brought up to help, and the fire was gradually put out. As the danger to the other houses grew less, the firemen turned back to the burning buildings and poured a stream of water into them. The black smoke disappeared; the firemen were able to get near enough to put out each flame in the buildings.
Then the firemen walked right into the black ruins of the house and poured water on the ashes until no sign of fire remained.
“It’s all finished,” Peter said to his friend. “We must go or we shall get home late, replica coach handbags.”
“Yes, come on,” agreed Jim, and with a last look at the ruins, they walked back along the path to their bicycles.

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