The weather had been dry. Very dry for a very long time. Trees and
plants, vegetation
of every kind was drying up, shriveling, brittle in the drought. And
then it started. From some unknown source-- a match dropped carelessly,
a spark from a campfire, a cigarette tossed from a car window...no one
will ever know what or
who started it. But a little yellow flame licked at
a dry twig, spread to the bush, to a patch of bushes and weeds, growing,
hungrily eating
everything it touched. Soon an entire hillside was on fire, but it was
in a deserted area so no one noticed. It gained strength by the minute,
and went rushing across meadows and plains,
climbing , blazing, flaming up mountain sides,
through dense forests. By now it was out of control, destroying homes,
animals, people,
everything in it's path. Every newscast, every
issue of every paper carried stories of the danger, the damage and
destruction. Trained corps and volunteers fought desperately to bring
it under control. We came to fear , and
to strangely respect, the force of the word...