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Galadster look around... he was in a pickle, a hurting, poking pickle...he looked around, seeing that the end of the field was still 10 feet away and the sun was making it hotter and hotter.
I try to keep walking. oww. ouch.OWW. alright that won't work. maybe i can start cutting the thistles. though i risk losing my leg if i do that hmm. There are alot of bushes and twigs around. What can i do with Twigs and bushes that will make the thistles dissapear fast. something that can go fast. perferably a redish colour too.
Galadster stood there thinking. Then it came to him. I'll burn the field! The days of being a Easterling-Scout has finnally came back to his memory. Galadster grabbed the twigs and bush and began to make a fire. brushing the twigs together a spark ignited. then blew out. Galadster started another fire, but that also blew out. So he started a third fire! that one fell out of Galadsters hands, into his shoe, causing burns, and then blew out. But his fourth fire stayed and soon the fire was spreading through the field burning everything.
I stood there watching the fire, then i realized that i should be going now before the fire catches up with me. going now. jogging now. running now. Jumping from fire to fire not to get ablazed, waiting for the fire to burn a path for me to go through.
So Galadster ran as the fire grew and grew and the msoke could be seen from all around.
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