There has been some real mischief going on around here this weekend.
Someone is trying to steal my red rocks.
I looked outside and they were slowly fading away.
They came back later in the day, but whoever was after them must be really persistent.
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Because the next morning they were hardly there at all.
I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Without my rocks this place won’t be the same.
Look at this!
My person says there’s a fire and it’s the smoke that’s stealing the rocks.
Well, that must be some pretty mischievous smoke.
I’ve never heard of such a thing.
I hope all those firefighters that are fighting that fire can capture all the smoke and send it away.
Because what if that smoke tries to steal something more than my rocks?
Like meeeeee!