Adapted from a True Story:
After we’d done braaing one day, we passed out marshmallows and long forks to the kids.
Just then, two fire trucks roared by, sirens blaring, lights flashing. They stopped at a house right down the block.
All of us (kids included), raced down the street, where we found the owners of the blazing house standing by helplessly.
They just glared at our kids with looks of disgust.
I can just imagine lol