The fire roars like an angry beast! You are driven back! Stumbling from the smoke, you beat the embers from your jacket and try to drag air down your scorched throat. Some of the crowd usher you to safety, calling you a hero for even attempting [...]
Grabbing him by the feet you pull from him the flame [...] But he smoulders still! You upend a full cauldron of semi-cooked rubbery lumps [...] over him. [...]
Mrs Plenty [...] rushes up to you. '[...] Here, accept these tickets as a reward [...]'
