I'll never forget the day the forest burned. My parents told me to run. 'It didn't matter if we lived,' they had said. The pain in me, hearing the screams of the ones where were caught in the fire. I wanted to die with them, but part of me never did. Every blade of grass crumbled under my feet. My fur was singed. It didn't matter if I was burning, if something fell on me. I had to run.
[Little did I know that I caused the fire...]
[Little did I know that I caused the fire...]
