It was a black day and a black night, the storm clouds looming by omniously. The air was cold, and the branches and foilage rustled from the wind. However, it seems though the whole scene was lit, by a small fire, burning cheerfully on the dirt ground, seemingly unbothered by the threat of a rainstorm looming overhead. Although it was small, it glowed merrily and flickered itself, stretching to different shapes rapidly. Even the smallest strike of a match and the start ot a flame could mean something on this dreary day. It could give you the light.
Of course, the clouds hung by the whole dark day, and now it seems like they have finally released their heavy burden. It began to rain. Raining by the bucketful, the wind hurling around loose twigs, leaves and grasses. The fire was put out a few seconds after it rained, reduced to nothing but ashes, ashes that would also be blown away into the wind. It seemed that way, but a small ball of black ash stayed together, all throughout the storm.
The next morning, the clouds went away, and in the spot of the fire that burned bravely the night before, sat a small, coal-black pup, licking it's front paw in the manner of cat, sitting on its' fence. Of course, it wasn't a fence, and it wasn't a cat. The puppy would look up every once in a while, in a friendly, curious manner.
The pup remained there in the spot of the fire, vanishing every once in a while. He stayed there for months at a time, and never left its' place. Until one day. One day, there was a fire. A huge, bright, fire, somewhere in the middle of the woods. Then, the pup disapeared from it's birthplace. To the astonishment of many, the little black pup, all the while assumed to be a stray dog left behind by its' owner, was glowing with heat, dancing in the flames, playing with the fire. It's very eyes seemed to be glowing with it's own mini fires. It was a truly remarkable sight, if you could say so yourself.



















