When I set the world on fire

First Sister
This afternoon, I went to Wal-Mart to buy groceries after work. When I came out of the store, there was smoke everywhere. There had to be a big fire somewhere. All the way home, 15 miles or more, the smoke kept getting wrose. I was wondering if brother had set the hills afire again. On the news, they told the smoke was from a 'controlled burn' in the national forest south of here. Maybe is was not so controlled as the smoke was thick for over 100 miles away.

I have set my house on fire twice. The first time Greg was here and we got it put out rather quickly. The second time, I had to call brother from up the road and the fire department. I was not so scared that I would burn my own home down as I was that I would burn all the neighbors houses, barns and chicken houses across the hill. As brother and I battled the raging blazes, Mother watched from her back window. She got overly excited and somehow fell and hit her head. Then she could not get herself off the floor. She had to call Old Brother to come help her. Poor brother found Mother lying on the floor bleeding and his sister trying to burn the place down. Finally, the fire department got here and put out the fire. We kept it in the family tho. Niece Chery's husband drove the fire truck out here. He was probably the only one on the fire department that knew where we lived. They arrived just in time. The underpinning of the house was smoldering in several places. I am now not allowed to burn.