The kid got his dog.

The dog was messed up.

One of his eyes protruded.

Tire tracks were on him.

He was starting to stiffen.

All right then young man.

I’ll put these Doritos up.

She didn’t hear him yelling.

He couldn’t yell very loud.

She went back to lunch.

The smoke wasn’t bad yet.

The kid ran back across.

The horn was still blowing.

It was weaker than before.

The battery was getting tired.

Flames leaped under the car.

The guy blew the horn.

He looked sort of dead.

He had this big hole.

It was in his head.

The yellow flames went WHOOSH!

Then the paint started burning.

It was really getting hot.

Nobody would want it now.

The guy’s hair was curling.

Fire was coming out everywhere.

The gas tank blew up.

There was this big explosion.

It knocked the kid down.

The car rocked with it.

Two of the tires blew.

The car sat lower then.

The kid said oh shit.

He regretted throwing the brick.

He touched the door handle.

Some of his skin melted.

His fingerprints were instantly gone.

It didn’t hurt a bit.

He knew it should have.

It scared him pretty bad.

He could hear music playing.

He rubbed his melted hand.

The guy’s hair was gone.

Smoke was thick and black.

It choked him something awful.

He coughed and gagged some.

He ran across the road.

He was needing the telephone.

The emergency number was 911.

He learned it in school.

His class visited the firemen.

They mentioned playing with matches.

They didn’t mention throwing bricks.

He ran fast toward home.

But halfway there he stopped.

He didn’t have enough time.

He had to go back.

The Mustang had turned black.

The tires were burning off.

Coils of wire fell away.

It wasn’t worth much now.

The guy’s shirt was burning.

The kid could smell it.

It looked like an Izod.

People were pulled over gawking.

One man came running up.

He was evidently a hero.

A shirt swaddled his hands.

The man grabbed the door.

The hero screamed a little.

The door handle had him.

It wouldn’t turn him loose.

The fire rolled around him.

It started curling his hair.

He tried rescuing the driver.

The driver was buckled up.

He was also shoulder-harnessed.

The hero finally got loose.

But he screamed a lot.

His clothes were smoking bad.

He fell and rolled over.

The grass was scorched black.

He was beating himself silly.

His arm had turned black.

The kid watched all this.

The hero flailed the grass.

Somebody needed to get help.

But of course nobody did.

Some people won’t get involved.

The car was fully involved.

It wasn’t worth twenty bucks.

The motor was probably okay.

The aluminum transmission had melted.

The hero was still screaming.

Suddenly they heard an airhorn.

A big red truck arrived.

Firemen jumped off the truck.