Breakfast Is Served

The Fire Place.       
By Zech

Woosh! Crackle! Crunch! went the fireplace. That day Thomas and I had chopped wood for the fireplace. For doing this Mr Moor let us light the fires.

When we had breakfast I sat by the fire.

I liked the smell of the wood burning in the air, the heat from it and how beautiful it was. I will always like fires that are under control.

Sitting there like a cat curled up, purring, I felt like I could fall back asleep. I felt safe beside the fire. I felt protected. The fantastic flames created a scenery like no other.
Zech