It’s a dark scary night.

Wind raging over top of my habitat is black smoke.

All my friends are rushing downstream, so they can get out.

But I’m just under this rock.

All I can see is fire, orange and red flames flying up in the air.

The flames are rushing over me

The wind is picking up the top with the waters very hot.

The flames are rushing over me. 

What is the wind picking up? 

It’s nearly past now I’m just very cooked on the top.

The clouds are starting to clear up now. 

The fires past 

I can sort of feel the water cooling down 

if that water was any hotter, I would’ve died.

I can see the sky now all the big black scary clouds of the past.