My life started out small and unharmful, I was only used to cook meat and roast marshmallows.  I had a wonderful group of humans, they loved and fed me, as I was their source of warmth.  I was their campfire.  I was having a lot of fun, but I knew that my time would soon come, and they would no longer have a need for me, so I would be put to death.  No fire ever likes that, but I guess it's just nature.  I took my time to think of a way to continue to live while they were starting with their marshmallows.  I just needed all of  them to leave me burning while they went to bed.  I got lucky and they did as I hoped.  Now they hadn't given me anything to eat for a while and I was hungry.  I knew there was a forest full of nutrition for me, if I could just move myself another few metres without them noticing.  I got to one little shrub, but that wasn't nearly enough, so I had to move on to my first tree.  In no time I was more than ten times my original size and the humans were nothing but ants to me.  Oh it was so much fun watching them run around like miniture mad hatters, but I knew they would call the killers very soon.

This was my first year out of school and I was going away on a camping trip with my besties.  Everything was perfect until I woke up in the middle of the night to hear Roline screaming a blood curdling cry about something outside.  When I stepped outside, I nearly fainted.  Absolutely everything we had outside was either in the process of being burnt or it was already ashes and it looked like our campfire had started it all!  Now I was sure that it's next source of food would be our tents!

I was having the time of my life.  The grass was nearly tastless and easy to swallow, the shrubs and the bushes had some taste, but the trees are my favourite by a long shot.  Sometimes you could be lucky and find something hidden in a tree, but the big ones get away.  I was almost 30 acres large!  Those humans don't stand a chance against me and now at my size, I'll just swallow up those puny water men.

It was a living nightmare!  Almost everything was gone. We were stuck inside a fire truck and the only sounds to be heard were those from screeching animals, trying to escape the clutches of those roaring flames and the crackling sound of our now oversized campfire.  Everyone in the truck was dead quite, the four of us were too shocked to say anything.  We were all thinking about Roline.  She was the bravest one of us.  While she was getting into the truck she slipped and fell down the hill, into the flames.  The firefighters ran after her, but they couldnt find her.  An hour passed and finally they found it.  None of us wanted to believe it, but we all knew the truth.  She didn't make it, just like the baby sparrows they found stuck inside the burnt and demolished tree trunk.  We only have the necklace she was wearing, it was the only thing they could save.  And her death certificate.

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