Cough...Cough, i then follow Mr J's advice; "wet rabbit, wet rabbit, wet rabbit" I say aloud and the inpenetrable smoke moves away. Now i can enjoy the sight of the powerful fire, as it continues to send waves of heat accross us. With my marshmallow carefully placed on a stick and pointed at the fire i join in singing campfire chants. We all have lyric sheets but peple have brought it apon themselves to viciously toss them in the light, i take back my stick and bite............... the crisp covering gives way to the gooey inards of the marshmellow.
by Michael Fray