Boys scattered through the forest intent on keeping a clean flag of flame mountain. Branches grew brief foliage fire. Then great beard twenty feet in air thrust out savage arm heat that crincled hair instant. They watched as lept nimbly across gap between trees while trunks crumbled to white dust. The fire laid hold and began gnaw. smoke increased sifted rolled outwards. Beneath dark canopy leaves Piggy spoke “You got your small all right”