As the coals from our barbecue burned down, my husband passed out
marshmallows and long roasting forks to our dinner guests.

Just then two firetrucks roared by, sirens blaring, lights flashing!

They stopped at a
house right down the block.

All 12 of us raced out of the back yard, down the street, where we found
the owners of the blazing house standing by helplessly.

They glared at us with looks of disgust.

Instantly we realized that we
were all still holding our roasting forks with marshmallows on them....