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Describes the big red fire engine and how it puts out a fire.
Everything old is new again in this lively intergenerational story about a boy and his grandfather fixing up a vintage toy fire truck.
Caldecott Honor artist Stephen T. Johnson's new multiconcept novelty is a book and a toy in one. My Little Red Fire Truck gives practice telling time while its sturdy moving parts provide hours of fun -- and allow readers to see how it would be to work on a real fire truck!
There's a house on fire and a cat stuck up in a tree in the town today--will Big Fire Engine get there in time?
"Red Fire Engine races through town and bumps over a bridge. He can see smoke. The hay barn is on fire! Red Fire Engine comes to the rescue and puts out the flames."(from back cover).
Reddy is a little red fire engine living in a firehouse with his parents. Reddy is afraid of fires and this story tells how he overcomes his fear and becomes a hero.
The hot August sun shone upon the southern slopes of Echo Gulch. Wisps of hot smoke filtered through the duff of dead vegetation, igniting into a small flame. The flame kindled dry vegetation around it, quickly growing bigger and bigger. Energized by fresh oxygen, the fire increased into a ruddy blaze. A light breeze whisked the fire along. It spread rapidly, igniting everything in its path as it dashed up the mountainside. The raging inferno climbed into the treetops, propelling tongues of fire and firebrands hundreds of feet into the sky. The burning brands settled into the forest miles away, starting spot fires as they landed. Salami's home was in imminent danger. Chatters had to take quick action to warn the forest critters of the massive fire and to save his family from devastation. Salami and Bozzo teamed up, to assist Mom and Dad in saving the family farm. This is a heartwarming story of Salami, Bozzo and Chatters, who faced realistic and life-threatening challenges of fire and ice. Salami, a lovable, chubby, potbellied pig, shared the farm with Mom, Dad, and his best friend, the family dog Bozzo. Their friend Chatters, the pine squirrel, lived in the nearby forest.
It was still light so I decided to venture out into the garden. I had never walked out of an argument before, and certainly not one at such an early stage. I think we were both quite pig headed, and my pride had taken an instant punch to the kidney. I didn't expect Rachel to follow me outside, and I certainly didn't want her to. I had slighted her suggestion, and she had taken it badly. I knew I should have stayed, talked it through and made her see my side of things. I should have told her that I would do this film, and if the future didn't work out as I hoped then I would consider her proposal. Hell, as an accountant she would set the business up for me and keep all the books. All I would have to do was do up shitty old houses. Most of it was all cosmetic anyway, a lick of paint here, a new carpet there, a few light fittings and stuff. All done on the cheap, supermarket goods made to look expensive. People would pay more for the houses giving me more profit. Once they moved in they could take all my crappy fittings out if they wanted to, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest. I had the skill for it, and that was one of the most important factors in her proposal. The one thing I didn't have just now was the will to do it, and that made one bitch of a difference. I walked down the path at the front of the house. I marvelled at my own work as I passed by, the grass was neatly cut, and was growing in neat strips, making it look like a professionally cut soccer pitch or tennis court. The gravel driveway was well laid and even. There were a couple of stone sculptures at either end of the drive. In fact they weren't stone at all, but a kind of outdoor material made to look like stone. They were weighted down with sand and looked pretty authentic. I figured that if my movie was a success and I got other roles soon I would invest in some real stone ones. I wandered right down to the end of the drive, where our land meets the main road. When I say main road, I don't mean a major carriageway, it was actually a B-road which led towards the M1. There wasn't a lot of traffic around at the best of times, although tonight was unusually silent. I couldn't even hear the usual dull and distant roar of the traffic from the motorway as a thousand souls passed in the near vicinity of my life. Tonight there seemed to be nobody about, not even in the distance. It was just the night for a perfect murder. Why that thought entered my head I was unsure, it just suddenly popped in there and refused to budge. It was disturbing that I should have such an idea so easy, but there it was. I could kill Rachel, and then there would be no reason why I couldn't do whatever I wanted. I could act forever, I could paint houses forever, whatever the fuck I wanted to do. With her out of the way there would be nothing to stop me except my own ambition. I couldn't quite believe I was having these thoughts. I know that everyone is prone to the occasional lapse in normal behaviour, but it usually passes in a moment or two. It also leads to intense remorse that the thought ever occurred. Not in this case though. The thought of digging a grave right here and now, and luring Rachel here, throwing her into the newly dug hole and covering it with earth. She would scream for a while, but there would be nobody to hear her. I would keep filling the hole with earth, and then the screaming would stop. She would be gone forever. I would report her missing, and she would never be found. I would be looked at with sympathy, and my career would skyrocket because of it. I would be the hero who came back from the brink to relaunch a successful acting career. I would marry a supermodel, but not before a string of torrid but highly sexually charged relationships had taken place. I had a peculiar sensation of déjà vu, as if this wasn't exactly a new thought, or indeed a new experience for me. I did
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