
Me: That's alotta smoke.Bigness: hmm? (as he looks up from his paper)Me: The trees across the way are on fireBigness: Gial no worry, the fence will stop the fireMe: I don't think its going to stop it, the breeze is blowing it right towards usBigness: (nonplussed) the breeze is not hard, its just a little fire, and the yard is peeled (cut short) nothing to burn close to the house. (he buries himself...