Mahatma and the Fire

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Fire in the town - Mahatma and his wife save the day!

Submitted: March 12, 2009

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Mahatma and the Fire
 
 Late one afternoon after a long day cleaning the yard, pruning the trees and chopping wood for the kitchen fire, Mahatma was sipping tea on the upstairs veranda.
 The street below was quiet now but soon it would be busy once the sellers awoke from their siestas and the workers began to head home.
 As Mahatma surveyed the peaceful scene he saw a red glow far away among the distant houses. As he watched it grew larger and smoke began to rise into the air at first like a small puff and then, soon, like a large cloud. The sky got redder by the minute as Mahatma watched and suddenly there was the sound of bells and sirens as the townsfolk alerted each other to the fire downtown.
 “Mercy” called Mahatma to Mrs Mahatma who was painting the steps a new colour of blue. “There’s a fire downtown. We’d better go over and see if we can help.”
 Mahatma put on his old boiler-suit and Mrs Mahatma changed into her Monday clothes and together with their two plastic buckets they raced off to the scene.
 When they arrived, there was a crowd of worried townsfolk watching as the fire burned the downstairs kitchen of an old 3-storey house and the flames began to lick the buildings alongside.
 “Is everyone out safely” Mahatma asked the Fire Chief who was directing his firemen as they sprayed water from their small fire-truck.
 “Yes…Yes Mahatma. They are all out but we are worried the fire will spread to all the houses nearby. They are all wooden as you can see… and we don’t have enough water to put the fire out quickly.”
 “What if we organised a bucket chain” Mahatma suggested. “We brought our buckets and there is a small creek around the corner. It has enough water and I’m sure all the other townspeople will help.”
 “That’s a grand idea Mahatma!” he replied. “Please tell them all!”
 Quickly Mahatma and Mrs Mahatma passed the word to all the onlookers. “Get as many buckets as you can…bring them from your houses. We can fetch water from the creek around the corner.”
 As the idea spread, people ran to their houses to fetch buckets. A shopkeeper brought over a stack of tall plastic ones, brand new from his small shop nearby. Others brought the large pots they used for carrying water from the town well.
 Soon two long lines of people were passing buckets to the fire-fighters and pots filled with splashing water and bucket after bucket of water was thrown on the flames. The wooden houses nearby were dampened down too so they wouldn’t catch on fire. Before long the fire was out. The kitchen on the ground floor was charred and black but otherwise most of the house and all the other houses in the street had been saved.
 The Fire Chief came up to Mahatma and Mrs Mahatma as the townspeople were sorting out their buckets and reclaiming water pots and pitchers.
 “Thank-you Mahatma and Mrs Mahatma. Your quick thinking really saved the Suliman house from being destroyed.”
 “But now what about their kitchen?” asked Mrs Mahatma. “Yes…and the stairs” added Mahatma. “They have been very badly burnt. I know the Suliman family are not well off – it will be difficult for them to find the money to repair all this damage.”
 The three of them watched as some neighbours helped Mr and Mrs Suliman and their young daughter Nana collect the few kitchen items which could be saved from the smouldering ruins of the kitchen.
 “It will be very hard for them I think” said the Fire Chief.
 Mahatma and Mrs Mahatma looked at each other fondly. It was clear they had the same idea.
 “I’m sure we will all help” suggested Mrs Mahatma.
 “What about a working bee to fix the house?” said Mahatma. “And a collection to buy some more kitchen items” added his wife.
 “A wonderful idea” agreed the fire chief. And so, on the following weekend, the willing townsfolk came back to help the Suliman family.
 Carpenters brought wood and tools and everyone helped rebuild the burnt-out kitchen and charred stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. Even little Nana ran around busily carrying trays of cups filled with drinking water for the thirsty helpers.
 And Mrs Mahatmas’s collection was enough to buy new pots and pans, cups, bowls, plates, a large wooden spoon for the rice and a metal ladle for soup.
 The Suliman family were so grateful to all the townsfolk for their help that when the work was done, they made special sweet biscuits and cake and held a street party for all their friends. And each year after that, on the same day as the fire, they held a thank-you party and invited the whole town.
 It became quite famous and was known as the ‘Suliman Fire Street Party’. And, of course, Mahatma, Mrs Mahatma and the Fire Chief were always the special guests of honour.
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