03-22-2019, 11:15 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby had just turned one year old. He was now (in the eyes of most) an adult. A bonafide grownup. What better way to celebrate adulthood than to set fire to a big pile of wood?
The wood gathering itself was difficult. Most pieces of dead tree were either too damp or too rotten to use, and what Selby had expected to take a couple of hours ended up taking all day. His body was sore from sorting through it all. The wood was placed in a neat pile in a well populated area.
Getting matches had not been difficult. He already kept some in his home for his craft. Getting the fire, however, was hard.
He struck the match and watched the fire for a moment before realizing that it was spreading down the match quicker than he anticipated. He hastily dropped it onto the wood, and it caught.
Relieved, he called out, ”Bonfire!”
The wood gathering itself was difficult. Most pieces of dead tree were either too damp or too rotten to use, and what Selby had expected to take a couple of hours ended up taking all day. His body was sore from sorting through it all. The wood was placed in a neat pile in a well populated area.
Getting matches had not been difficult. He already kept some in his home for his craft. Getting the fire, however, was hard.
He struck the match and watched the fire for a moment before realizing that it was spreading down the match quicker than he anticipated. He hastily dropped it onto the wood, and it caught.
Relieved, he called out, ”Bonfire!”