It Might Be . . . . .

. . . . . Then again, it might not be, a fire.

We arrived home from the shopping just in time to see the third fire engine arriving. Once they were all assembled, up went a ladder and up went a little man wearing a helmet (in case the sky fell on his head) to look into a chimney. After ten minutes, they all packed up and went home (including the rainbow).

We never did see any evidence of a fire, not even a little one.

I've just posted yesterday's, "Now This is number Ten . . . ."