"What did I do that for?" he asked, wading out to get it.
"It was on fire," I pointed out.
"It was not on fire!" he objected.
"I could see the flames, Shawn."
"Those were not flames! They were ... little orange flowers. Yeah."
sionainn called for entertainment, preferably featuring fire, squirrels, or bonky flashlights, so I went for the fire.