Screaming with everything I could muster, I looked helplessly on as the devilish flames surrounded us in a flurry of heat and death. Blissfully, amidst the shadows, I saw a glimpse of hope. Like a falcon assaulting its prey, jets of water suddenly pierced the fire’s grasp. In a flash of wings and water, I could make out the heroic shapes of winged firemen! The heat was as powerful as ever but the fire was forgetting to roar. Comforting arms closed up on me and soothed the baby from my grasp. All I remember after that was darkness...
James 6A
Ooo, James 'a falcon assaulting its prey' - nice simile!
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